Addiction to Laziness

The hands of time ticks slowly You want to become successful,

Through the olden clean clear glass; But you want it with no cost;

The sun has made its rounds now, You don’t want to work hard on it,

You still lay without a fuss. Child, you are greatly, deeply, lost.

It’s you dream of doing nothing The road to greatness is arduous,

That keeps you anchored still; With angry waves along the way;

It makes you such a furniture, If you are weak or easy-going,

When you stare out the window sill. They will carry you away.

The winds are even better No man ever achieves a thing

Than you at cleaning up; Without dropping a sweat or two;

At least they can dust some dirt away, Nor shall you accomplish anything

Whereas you can’t pick a mop. Without working your back, too.

You want things to go easy, See this world is more than fate,

You never pay the price; You won’t get close to greatness,

Desiring to have everything If in life you truly let dominate

Without as much as a sacrifice. That leeching addiction to laziness.