Legs cannot fly, even if the cage door is open

The steps to the heavens are as good as broken

Where can we go? When gravity is the guard

Who watches the common graveyard

Pushing the boundaries, any volunteers?

Those who invest their years

Fortuitously discover a fortune

When the inner well starts to burgeon

Between the deep sea and the mountain

Fights erupt over a drying fountain

Those aren’t the boundaries

Even worse, we divide ourselves into countries

Sight has a boundary, no seeing

Life has an end, not living

Being, enjoying and loving

Secrets to abundance, which keeps coming