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"I am not the body, which is but dust
I am not fickle and limited mind
To whom then comes the feral thrust of lust
Or for that matter, thoughts loving and kind"
Unseeking Seeker

What makes for packed out pews
How do we decide if we win or lose

Living feels confusing, an empty exercise
Hippocratic aim to do no harm before demise

When I'm rendered just in the remaining mind
What will exist when essence and body unbind

All of my nothing and something equated
Me, as a being, taken stock of and rated

There is little to care regarding my final review
To sum up unnecessary, when just passing through

For just one brief second I require the glow
From those souls left, to wish me well as I go 

That I mattered in lives tangled with my own
That being in my company felt like coming home

For I know the pain of feeling un-nested
Let me be the place others feel rested

Though I'm doing not a thing for ultimate glory 
I want what I want, I feel passion and fury

If my arms are around you, then I want to be there
I'll never fool anyone if I don't really care

The difference will show in how I bond
Essence to essence with no lies on my tongue

Change thyself for the better is a wonderful aim 
Not by wearing a mask, you can't cheat the game

When my funeral arrives, I'll find out what I meant
I hope and I wish they say I was time well spent

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