CLUELESS
If I Am Clueless About My Role
In A Changing World Of Wanderers
Then I Am Unlikely To Discover
Much About My Mission
Or My Purpose On This Planet

If I Refuse To Intimately Examine
My Potential As A Person
And If I Have No Desire To Learn
From The Environment Is Which I Exist
Then My Rootlessness Will Last
Throughout My Listless Life

If I Insist On Ignoring
All Of The Strong Warning Signs
On The Roads And Along My Trails
That I Have Allowed Myself To Take
Then My Sense Of Self Will Shrink
On Every Step I Take

If I Am Indifferent About The Future
And I Have No Personal Plans
To Help Me Escape My Past
Then I Could Become Hopelessly Ensnared
In My Own Thoughtless Trap

If I Continue To Live Without Directions
Inside Of The Prison Of My Despair
Then I Could Lose My Chance Of Avoiding
The Defeatism Of The Disasters Inherent
In The Avalanche Of My Apathy

If I Permit My Best Intentions
To Become Slandered, Betrayed
Sold Into Slavery, And Deported
To The Salt Mines Of Oblivion
By My Own Irresponsible Acts
Then The Discouraging Scourge Of Failure
Would Become My Closest Friend

If I Realize To Late
That My Inactive Existence
Has Become A Depressing Plague
On My Ability To Behave
In My Own Best Interest
Then The Cancer Of My Discontentment Could Spread
Until It Has Completely Killed
The Body Of My Deepest Desires