The game’s easily lost, when attention to every detail
Is owned, and committed to memory, without realizing
It may return as sadness, one day, when the mind’s bread
Goes missing, it cannot live off air, the mind seeks wholesome happiness
Which has been spirited away to the depths of one’s heart
Hidden in that abode of serenity, it is glossed over through inattention
Every heart beat churns up flowing magic
If one could keep step with the pulse of that music
Through complete attention, relaxed and unafraid
It’s doors would open, and everything would spill out
Secrets will be bared, free to study the lost caverns, to one’s heart's content
Only through attention can that examination be complete
