The Chieftain entered,
Surrounded by Rocky wizards
Totally bereft of genetic fear
Oh, the man I would never be
Blazed a trail that rejected moral cowardice as wisdom
Alas, the track I would never follow.
Oh, the world before my eyes
Now the shock of white hair in sterner times.
conscious still of the steely spirits surrounding
Still, in strength, force unabating
Alas, the man I would never be.
Oh, the track I would never follow.
Get along, Go along,
On this hyena track of wisdom, I wallow,
Well worn,
Still ensconced in genetic fear.
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