Ideas wander in the air,
And move in many kinds of souls,
But some of them create bright goals
And others do small deeds like tare.

A hint is understood at once,

And some catch up it very quickly,
But others have a little chance
Because they don�t believe, they stickle.
All souls just live in peace together,
And breathe the same, and see one sun,
But some love pleasant, nasty weather
And others scold at any run.

Ideas fly in equal measure

Above the earth, but the result

Is different, some live with pleasure

And others race in boring round.