There is an easy way,
A way that seems good,
A way that feels good,
But you tried that way,
And it wasn’t enough,
Its pleasures were fleeting,
And soon became mundane.
There is a different way,
A path through the desert,
A way that seems hard,
A way that feels hard,
But in the heat of the sun,
With sweat dripping from your brow,
Maybe you’ll find springs,
Maybe you’ll find the source.
