Living in a fool’s paradise,
Putting hope on rolling dice.
A little achievement,
Great satisfaction.
No wandering thoughts,
A sedentary mind.
Like a stagnant lake,
No flow.
Dancing on the spot,
Full stop.
No zeal to strive,
Laziness wields the knife.
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
While wandering in yesterday.
As rolling stones turn to sand,
Exfoliated by changing times.
Sands wear stony mask,
Sitting in the hourglass.
Nothing to reap on the morrow,
As we resort to borrow.
Complacent,
Left behind in his comfort zone.
A rich fool from yesterday,
A pauper today.
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