Sometimes, all we need is glasses
To see and correct our short-sight
It is easy to assume all is not well,
When the mind is not well
So, buckle up, hold a sword
And squat like a warrior does
And guide the door of the heart against the one-hater
Although, I know of one sure way
One lazy way to keep the tormentor out
That idle way is the way of hardwork
Rather than guide your heart all day,
While not block it with a market day.
I mean keep it busy with profitable work for gain
What else is hard is route through, if not a dis-ordered place of bargain
The devil hastes markets
It is a place of productivity
He likes graves , and places of silence
Places where the crow of a cock
Echoes into dangerous thousand miles
So, when silence comes upon you
And your market is idle
Stay alert for the tormentor cometh.
