Gratitude is payment, Payment is a vice
Everyone has vices, Making us feel nice
Feelings always change, Rolling of the dice
Sometimes more than God, Sometimes less than lice
Fiery the passions, Numbness cold as ice
Causes have re-actions, Actions have a price
Prideful as a lion, Modest as the mice
Thoughts are sometimes broad, Sometimes they’re precise
Not always enough, Though they may suffice
They can hold you back, And they can entice
Minds are so complex, Not just a device
Home of our perceptions, Matter with a spice
