A blistering, desert feel
gritty like rubble, standing alone
Such a sickening, numb idea
momentum that begins and may never end
For what purpose do we come into being
is it for one moment, one mere triumph
What shall we plan our whole lives doing
what possible cause can an entire life be worthy of being given for
Can it be to chase one rabbit after another?
Or perhaps there is more significance than this
Things to remember
living where we are, not where we are not
Forgetting the superficial, the things that are here today
gone tomorrow
Live not on the shallow whisps floating over desert plains
but on the flowing water of real life
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