Crossing the jungles
Crossing the jungles of life
Oblivious of how much you have to strive
Your palm bears a sharp cutlass
Because your thoughts bear “mere tough grass”
Caught in a mob of shrubs
You trip and fall on your knees
Down to the root of a tall tree
When fighting the epiphytes
You bump into stumps
The mind expects freebies of honey
And what you get is free bees making you puny
You are with a map that has no keysWhile pondering, it is snatched by some monkeys
Beyond the trees, the sun beams bright
Below the canopy is dim light
The bright end of this jungle
Is quite not the end of the struggle
Because it is just one of the many
I guess i'ld leave some for my progeny
For i only have to play my part
Before He says depart
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