In light and dark we stand and fall
Not some of us but all
We trip on good and bad alike
We are stabbed by wrong and right

So carry on and drink the day
into your happy and bitter night
Eat the early sunrise away
bit by bit and bite by bite

As the hare at times we speed
through every twist and turn
But like the turtle we feel the need
to slowly persevere and learn

Poison in those berries on the tree
laid in a bowl with sugar and milk
So with spoon we mix to eat
and drown in death as smooth as silk

What have we learned dear Aesop?
Do enlightened souls prevail?
Will the mysterious wheel ever stop?
If we win the race why do we still fail?