Search your spirit,
Search your heart,
Give an ear to the still little voice;
And you'll find that the things I counsel you of are what make man a living being.
Search my life,
Check my ways,
Give an eye to the path I trend;
And you'll find that the things I chasten you of aren't of the council of my strengths.
It's the realm into which I strive also to dive, to make the future a haven.
Maybe I'm worse than you could picture,
But more zealous than chancy to build a nature with chancel.
What I do?
I open you up to the realm of knowledge and good judgement and give you a momentum.
Bottom line?
I flow not in my ideas,but give to you what the spirit gave to prepare you for autumn.
Wisdom isn't a guarantee for perfection,and
Good judgement warrants not success.
Give not ears but mind to counsels,
And take not your offering far from chancel.
Let your eyes see beyond the dancing lips of your counsellor;
For he's only but an oracle of the gods.
And also of a fluctuating and imperfect mental faculty like a dude.
So,listen,look and learn.
