Drowning in sloth’s quagmire,
Overcome with idleness.
Need a change of direction,
Fire up imagination.
Something new, with old friends,
Something dangerous? Let us see.
Take new canoes to the sea,
Flounder in quicksand’s quagmire.
Dragged out by old friends.
Drowse in hot sun’s idleness.
Did not take imagination,
Return to cars, the direction.
Fate shows new direction,
To Reading Bishop’s see.
But lack of imagination,
Drown in Bunyan’s quagmire.
Lethargic days of idleness,
Need to make new friends.
With support of old friends,
Now have found new direction.
No more days of idleness,
Hours paddling in the sea.
Rise above earthly quagmire,
To bounds of imagination.
Use massive power, imagination,
Conjure many new friends.
Dragged down, life’s quagmire,
Lose sight of new direction.
We seek, they seek, cannot see,
All end up in idleness.
Is there end to idleness?
If you use imagination.
People now you never see,
Wasted hours without friends.
Is this required direction?
Getting close, a new quagmire.
No more idleness, many new friends.
Used up imagination, tried every direction.
Drowning in new seas, but out of the quagmire!