It Doesn’t Pay

It doesn’t pay to think about this life,
about what comes before or at the end.
When men let their analysis run rife,
they find their minds get lost around the bend.

It doesn’t pay to look for justice here,
to chase what you deserve and what is fair.
It’s no more than a fairy tale idea,
made up so honest men can get their share.

It doesn’t pay to think you’ll find The One.
some custom lover made to right your wrongs.
It’s nonsense they base romance movies on,
and prop up with a million soppy songs.

It doesn’t pay to try and gain control,
to try and tame the chaos with your will.
The more you try to fill the leaky bowl,
the more you make new holes and make it spill.

It doesn’t pay to go against the flow,
to think that you are better than the rest.
It takes a tribe to flourish and to grow,
as men who met their end alone attest.

It pays to try and be the simple kind,
to try and help the others with their strife,
to try and leave more good than bad behind.
It doesn’t pay to think about this life.

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