The complex nature of this world
Can make it difficult to live
A simple life; you're tossed and whirled
By chance's push and pull, which give
An untrue sense of urgency.
Mistakenly you think you're clever
Enough to cause your agency,
To place your hand onto a lever
That lifts your soul up high, fulfilled
With moderation and repose.
It's endless inner work to build
The self-control to interpose
Your mind between impulse and act;
Commanding anger, fear, and lust,
Accepting calmly every fact,
Will make you worthy of your trust.
(cf. Human, All Too Human, Volume II, Part II, §196)
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