The Last One
Operative phrase ‘the last one’, a thought
Lower mind contracts, whilst higher has fun
Let us spiral not, in narrow thought slots
There is no doing, which needs to be done
Happy child at play, has no agenda
Each moment complete, basking in the sun
In life, goalposts shift, adding addenda
One step at a time, a better option
Dance uninhibited, free from stigma
Ego borne desires, in agitation
Each new craving, said to be the last one
Specious logic, hypnotic delusion
Have the last one for the road, said someone
More oft than not, feral instincts prevail
There seems no hope, until we come undone
Life a seamless flow, wherein we all sail
Pure uncluttered heart, claims the holy grail
30-November-2020
(syllabic Terza Rima)
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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