My family, the veritable cornucopia,
for all material needs,
not for emotions, falling short of utopia,
to succeed, not enough my deeds,
inertia hold me in its chasm,
gripped by its octopus tentacles,
lazy me not wanting out of the spasm,
each passing day tightens the shackles,
lazier I get, tougher to come out,
need a miracle, a lighted candle won’t do,
from within me change should sprout,
must make the paralysed limbs move,
not rebel but move to the cornucopia’s tune,
and find joy within the existing context,
what use to search meaning in an ancient rune,
when can fulfil needs laid bare in clear text.