When we stand upon a soapbox

Things are thrown at us oft

But even so - we carry on

Stating views with our song



Knowing we stand in a place

Fixed, for there's no race

We have to win, for it's done

During a past which is the sum



Of places which we now expound

For we've done it all around

And now have come to positions

Which are solid, not fiction



And we can say there is not

Good in habits which can stop

For none of them do better us

Life can be so good without, plus



The course you take is more focused

When you divest of all hocus-pocus

And steer yourself along highways

Which lead forward to better days



So do consider there are choices

Which we have with our own voices

To be selective about all vice

And thus we grow and become nice



- Tristram