I see everything,
as the sage ponders...

Time never gives refunds,
amid the challenging fate...

Walking down the road I see the way,
the air was hot, leaving me with little to say...

I am clearly Philosophical,
and at the say time whimsical...

Look at me, aren't I keen,
on the precious means, than you have seen...

God brings men to thy trinity of creation,
we as fool's believe in the fodder...

Gardens are for girls alas thats what we think,
The wise man nods thus he turns to speak...

I sitting laughing in the corner,
watching the girls flaunt effortless...

Citizens enraged take their stance,
while the youth kindly takes their dance...

Folks from hold take pride in their sons.
Perceiving the war, as nothing but fun...

Seek both sides of the argument,
tranquil in peace, essence in flow...

The wind kicks a little,
Young boys play the fiddle...