Thoughts galore
Which you abhor
Blocking you from the sensations
Worrying about you
If the desire is true
To bring about a revelation
Time slowed down
Acting like clowns
All from the egoistic reservations
The group is a tool
Ignoring it is a fool
Love of friends is the desired relations
The Rav and the books
Don’t be a schnook
As you truly are the greatest of generations
There is an end
Called love of friends
This is the truest of obligations
