One would argue it was far too close For a greater society reversing into calamity Unbolted its threshold of fear and angst Confusion heightened at the crossroads of destiny Somehow nearing the boundaries of turmoil Karma, justice, divine intervention Equalizing intermingled imbalances From gloom, rise forth the glowing spirit of hope We should never dissolve our leap of faith Keep reeling out to the omnipresent reality Stretching our mere limits of understanding Where the end is really just the beginning Perceive what matters most to earn contented state Realize its true forms of the animating principle The past, the present, the future as well God shall reconstruct our microcosmic aspirations