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If we don’t wake up in time...

Life is fleeting
a moment caught 
by the camera’s eye
still perishes, passes
replaced by the now
that always triumphs
expectation, regret
all meaningless, empty

*PAY ATTENTION*

Distractions are infinite
seductive, 
addicting
consuming
destructive.

In them there is
no meaning
no destination
nowhere, nothing
all is empty;
in forsaking purpose
there can be epiphany
realization replacing
ignorance
peace overcoming 
anxiety
now becoming
reality.

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  1. Date: 6/18/2010 1:51:00 PM

    Very well written, a fast-paced read, a very Schopenhauerian feel to it; "...in the fleeting present as the sole form in which actuality exists." (On the Vanity of Existence). Thanks for the upload. Regards, Gavin.

  1. Date: 6/16/2010 1:45:00 PM

    Excellent write .. very creative .. welcome to the Poetry Soup Family of poets.. hope u enjoy your stay .. and look forward to reading many more.. from your gifted pen.. with luv from the "Sweetheart"