Savor

Spent another day chasing like each day before, and what did it gain us this time? It feels like we’re racing against a short clock, in effort to scavenge a dime. I guess I don’t get it - the purpose of such, seems not but to gather in barns. A quest to arrive at a distant mirage with no thought of what the quest harms. Do we consider what else could be if we had a much higher cause? There’s so much we don’t have, potential is lost because we are living at odds. With the Jones we’re competing, and Nature depleting as we swim through envy and strife. Cuz we tied it to paper and took all the flavor that should be the savor in life.