A passivity lies in wait to conquer the dying spirit. Three more humbly counsel and prod and push and hone. To make the gold shine and the silver ,glow. One big mistake, a stepping stone. The dome of opportunities and a slice of home. Fear and love and loathing, and a sea full of lies. Try, and never give up, till the moon is mine. A road and two and three.. emerging and diverging. One to love and trial and to shores unknown, Two to toil and bread and endless redemption; Three to worldly matters and pleasures known. The winds decide the sway and sun, the light. His hands give the strength to gently paddle away. It shall all someday fall into a bag and one and two and three will all merge away..