There is a crafty trap in life
It’s set for those who care
In that to which you are called
The rap is set right there
It seeks to capture passioned souls
It blocks their loving work
It hides in appearance management
And in busyness lurks
It loves for you to do your call
As long as you do not
To avoid the very things it’s self
By endless management
And in the end ten thousand souls
Fail to do as one
For the very thing set out to do
Is the very thing undone
If you want to do something, it must get done.
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