Breathe
Such opulent lives above desperation,
Pry your actions for insoluble wealth,
Their needs go by without hesitation,
Infestation of the material forgoing all health,
Are these cherished items your breath?
Counting priceless luxury at what cost?
For the immaterial is the only company for death,
But attachments shall leave you unrest and lost.
Breathe and realise,
Death comes to all, rich or poor,
Detachment is cure.
5th February 2016
Music by:
Breathe. - Jacoo
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