Look not thee to the world for thine own fulfillment
Let not the idle tongue of man be thy initiative
For frail and feeble are their follies
They flounder from far and wide
There is a dismal trace of dillusion
That ere yet captures thee
The portrait is cracked and crumbling
And minions are mumbling
Of thy undoing
All desire affection
Yet upon its collection
Perfection is fleeting
And jealous they
Deceiving
For all their heart's desire
And yet require
Tis all of vanity
This thing of humanity
None shall attain
This world of gain
The cost too great
The price too high
Twere better instead
To die
For all their deeds
Shall scarce remain
When all their fame
Is gone
-Joshua Lee Foist
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