Unconcerned with profits
From a thousand hours worked
Not afraid to pay my taxes
But I must always pay me first

Would you like me to show you
how to find the way
to ultimate salvation
while getting yourself paid?

Take a minute to reflect
On the lessons you will learn
Consider this a favor
That you never will return

Hold on to your silver
Your quantities of gold
Let me let you in on the secret
Before we get too old

These fantastic visions
Of riches and success
Are the only few credits
This lonely man has left

I leave it up to you
And your conscientious way
To level all the mountains
And suffocate the waves

So leave the world asunder
No battle left unfought
Just leave my pile to me
To you the bounty you have sought
 

Nor shall you inherit the earth
Says the meager to the meek
Do nothing more than work
Do nothing less than speak
Do only that which is correct
Lest we foil ourselves again
Reducing productivity
By a factor of nine or ten

I've lost all sense of style and form
No sense of tradition
No hope of recompense
Relieved of my fundamental position
The ground upon which I've stood steadfast
Now falls like sand through hourglass
Tiny specks once chipped from stone
Words and thoughts that lead us home

Living things all bound together
Attached by stitch of finest leather
Looking up with heads held high
To stars that wink at empty eyes
The sun comes round a little less each day
Dragging moon in endless way
It is tedious work and uninspired
Longing rest and soon retire

And finally as conclusion looms
The great black space of nature's tomb
The final circuit of sun and moon
The final whistle
Tools laid down
The last repeat of echo sounds