Although for future happiness we care,
For our backyards our care is always greater.
A tiny local pain’s too much to bear.
The “do it now” of acts gives way to later.
In our crusades the easy path we take,
Our baby steps comprise a tiny range.
Habitual ways of life we don’t forsake,
The promise of advance yields little change.
Oppose the flow, you’ll be in isolation.
Your wise advice adherents will ignore.
Mobs rush ahead with no consideration,
With outcomes oft inferior to before.
Mistaken dreams eventually belie,
The progress stalled takes years to rectify.