Every visionary’s greatest thing,

Is always worthless to the other,

Visionary’s greatest thing,

Is constantly scrutinized as fleeting,

Like the passing of one’s Mother.

One can reach forward or back,

Swing around wildly,

Treat others coldly,

But really never attack.

Take your time,

Others will pass you in annoyance,

Write down, draw, paint, sculpt the sublime,

Spend your life wisely,

Don’t waste your allowance.