To be self contained without decay A self might watch and clean and stay For a long and fixed duration Leaving lost the thought ablation Never mind the 'vailing sins Even though the look is grim Watch the feeding of the fox Giving gives to inside box Sustain is such as closed it is Even though it wanted whiz Kidding though a goat may cry Laying fields where sleepy lies Be a tree as Taoist pleas Forsake the totalizing breeze Whisper in the longer hair Whistle past the future's lair Such is life for those who gnome Not yet nor ever cit'zen roam Gone the dreams of freedom's kiss Found the yard for quiet bliss