Get off your grass,
You simple man!
You are not an ostrich
Hiding in its fears.
A circular posture
Crowned in darkness
Cannot get you what you need
Oh, useless muse—
You sing songs of desire,
Loneliness, and starvation.
Get out of your cellar—
Your lofty perch is the highest of the low
It's not about you.
You exist to serve, and in serving
You meet your own need.
Trust in the Lord or the Universe or
Something Greater than yourself.
Lose your ego and your self-defeat;
You will not be happy
Until you serve another.
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