A man is known by the company he keeps (eng)

This world is blooming with our kin. Where light shades off the shape of soul,  

We choose the ones who stay within, and ones who fall behind as toll.  

And picks we make are stakes we take; a trick we strike does burden stroll.  

Though we define the path to lake, the lake defines the fate to call.  

Adore, adore the sacred frame of yours, in which you act, as acting goes,  

So sing and dance as you may wish, you are – yourself but only “ish”.  

You lose yourself in one good swish, when meet the person who you dish.  

So don’t you take the step they make, as in the sea there’s lots of fish.  

In mere twilight of your eyes, so cold and sharp in graceful gesture,  

Not only have I seen yourself, but also them; their clumsy nature.