Refinement Comes By Fire

Trivial thinking makes a waste of life; Like polishing your shoes as Jesus dies. Yet academics often create strife, With philosophers more intellingent than wise Perceptions sharp as nail bombs to the eyes Are diverted onto other paths and lives. Who will be the one who can surprise? With which mind may such perception strive? Who will listen to the chosen one? Not the men whose faces are unlined. Who sees truly what we have become? In whose imagination is the true refined? Such a furnace is this blacksmith’s yard Refinement comes by fire and burning hard.