Bloke! You’ve got your brain in gear
So be it not lifeless and sere
You are not born yesterday
And be that as it may
You refuse silver for you look for gold
Be contented for luck will be cold
Sailed by the soundless cry which is hush
You need a push, a priceless in its cash
Spring is not in you despite you grow
Just think that you reap what you sow
There is still the benefit of the doubt
For this world offers no time-out
Turning Point 