What a Strange World This, Is It teaches us all the books outside, But never shows the mind’s own tide.

It makes us chase the wealth out there, Yet inner peace finds no one’s care.

We spend our lives on bank accounts, But not on virtue’s true amounts.

In endless race, we’re made to run,But taught not how the self is won.

I wish to leave this world so fake, And find the peace my soul would take.