With righteous gleeYou say to me
"All you want can come to thee:
Just follow Attraction's Law...
for eternity!"
And yet, I become upset
For the rock could not be set
Upon the high ground
Of what I wish to get
I ask you why
And you say "Harder! Try!"
But is it a lie? I can't deny
For stories can only keep you
From what's really On High
