An addiction Or a trifle Somewhere in between Concepts are benign Until they become sensualized Imbued with a sense That they must be had At all costs When they are no longer means But instead ends Such as winning Initially a concept Then becomes conceptualized And takes over the steering wheel Mindless training Unkindness Jumping, oh so how high Grammaticisms And the senses Are dulled So To take the whind Out of the idea sales So that the ship Can go where it already is Rather than exchange its position on the water A beautiful position For a vista And horizons Supposedly more wonderful For such a ship As this That ought To be somewhere To really be somewhere But the oughts Are really naughts Casting stones At vessels too near So hand me the tiller Because this ship Isn't going anywhere