Nothing overpowers the senses
Like the will that won't
For none see that are blind
Nor hear that are deft
Nor consider that are thoughtless
Nothing pacifies good intentions
Like do that don't
For no action can come
Nor words to convey
A cold heart unfeeling
Nothing stagnates the soul
Like the am that ain't
For false pride conquers all
No learning to understand
Nor measure of its relection
Nothing consumes possibilities
Like the was that weren't
For mediocrity is sustainable
No need to make a change
In a self dillusionary world