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.
Copyright © T.L. Drover | Year Posted 2010
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