Give up all one knows; be born again

Give up all one owns; be clean agaln

Lose thoughts that shudder shallow slumber

Gain clarity to breathe another day

Tumble through one’s past and exorcise

Those painful pages, raw and over-read

Shimmer through past sunny climes

And feast and dream and weep.

Where pressing layers dull the will

Take heart. The road is heavy trod

There is no rule to fit for every case

But all will pass, like all before