It’s so difficult to unlearn when there is so much to learn
It’s not easy to un-sharpen when there is much to yearn
It’s easy to envy the wise for the wisdom they earn
The powers-that-be will soon find their urn
I will soon forget the cool summer breeze
And how the drizzle tiptoes with ease
But the morning dew sings its lullaby
And keeps telling me hang on by
Somewhere, somehow, I live my own world
Amidst this crazy rotten pride of old
Never mind that there is so much to learn
If the powers-that-be chose to find their urn
Shall I live life the way others want it to be?
And never mind how it straddles on me?
Oh NO; there is just one of my business
Lord, I beg that thou have me in righteousness