Breed seed
Seek for meek
Reach unhaste
And
Hearken the counsel
Do it
Young blood
Respect the sun
It ages your skin
As your days
Grow dismal
Pray
That you may
Not fall prey
To evil enticement
But thy conscience fill
The earth with zeal
Not time
Nor God
Shall wait
Your awakening
Not love
But self
Ought to wake
From the depth
Of teasing slumber
Heed
Oh Heed
Young blood.
