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Addressing the Considerations of Unintelligent Children on a Merry-go-round

We are such perfect soldiers
Of the bubbles in the waves.
We are propagating names
Of our short desired things.

And in the end we say:
It will keep us from our fear,
these temporary things,
But ultimately we’re slaves

To the bubbles on the water.
And our hard labor pains,
To birth our happiness
They also cause distress,

And yet before ebb tide
The bubbles fade away.
Our lives are just as days,
In this temporary state.

Get busy spreading names
Of great eternal things,
Like the waves will always break,
So they shall also stay,

In the heart if on the tongue,
Mind and intelligence.
That is eternal bliss:
Endless remembrance

Of the One who is the Name
Form, and enduring Love.
And give up chasing bubbles
That break into the waves.