When temptations take the hand of success
And swear never to let go of the glowing skills
They head for the very top of mount stress
Squirrelling just for the superficial thrills
But the air on top of the mountain is thin
They scurry all day only to snarl at the valance
For peace of mind, that is out of reach from within
The weight of life scales are out of balance
While preemptory haggling over minor chatters
Peremptory quibbles about insignificant matters
They jump onto a lounge and scribble into a scrawl
They haste to paste that tastes like a sprawl
But one grain can calm the squirrel's stormy sea
After years of sin, they find that rotten grape
Feeling bad, feeling guilty, and sorry with no glee
Success stumbles along the beaten path to flee
Temptations on their own find their way home
The night fears and terror are now all gone away
And overnight success finds a better way
Weary minds earn their rest and never again roam

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