A thread of fate in which
Each little stretch
Harbors a price
How well bestowed we are
In all the luxuries!
Yet never do we appreciate
What would we be without them!
And so, so carelessly
We hustle through the world
Willingly and greedily consuming (all the)
weight attached to every gift of fate
So little do we see past our selvish needs
As they plunge the foundations of our being
How can I heal the soul of the world?
When progress has deprived us of modesty!
In a rush to satisfy the ego
We will devour every remnant of our humanity.
