What a fool is a man who inquires,
"Where can I find happiness?"
As his child slumbers in his arms,
Yet we are all dense, hypocrites,
For who among us ages untainted?
Blame entertains two parties minimum,
We often hold the antidote; truth
Yet most let it spoil, sit unused,
Unwilling to waiver infectious appetite,
Truth sets free only those who seek,
Habitual creatures scurry deeper,
Quaffing toxins, fantasies ruminated,
Knowledge scours blinding hot,
Searing throes, but begetting sage wights,
Muscle accrued moiling limits,
Pressure induces reform,
Holding back increases tension,
Though forsaken, verity will ascent victor.