As an old strategy dictates,
‘By losing that pawn,
One wins the whole game.’
It is the Old School
And ancient culture of men
Who knew life to a certainty,
For what it was worth and
Did not strive for the illusive.

Taking a step backward,
They found happiness nestling
In their own hands;
They flayed their hopes and desires
By making a final understanding
That happiness was totally fictitious
And gave up the quest for it, at all.

Today one’s personal qualities
Have an organic unity,
Which finds its explanation
In a type of social environment
And spiritual groundwork,
That nourishes them
Until the mellowness occurs.

To make one’s mellowness occur
Is an unremitting toil when men,
Almost strangle themselves to death,
Ride the hot race of authorities
And pursuit of an imagined bluebird.