It's never too late
to twist your fate,
yes, stop the weight
of life's not great,
so then
berate
berate
berate.
Instead you must become sedate
and through it all, do meditate
to open up that liminal gate,
with no debate,
just sit—
& wait,
& wait
& wait.
And this you do
without a clue
on how to hew
a life more true
for you,
yes, you
and you
and you.
For there's so few
who can accrue
faith, to pop up out-of-the-blue,
for unseen pews
to wot a view!
Who knew,
the view
the view
the view!