Having fought his way to the top
If he had listened to the confiding rumors,
Noisy voices urging him to stop
Muddling himself in secular affairs.
But ambition help carry delusion along
The best heartfelt emotion ever
Held on to the feelings for too long,
Until his heart was lost among the treasure.
The nearly man turn around
And the opportunity had gone,
Never again to be found,
That one chance in a million.
In demise he would only live on
Crying alone among negligence,
With divine regrets of his own,
Nursing the bruised conscience.
If he had trained an ear to listen
He would hear among his treasured friend
The form of Instructions freely given,
In the dream they had seen.
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