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The essence
Of life. A poem
It is imaginary, the gain
We seek to grow and maintain
Through a fleeting presence
Meant for dipping into the essence
Lessons are not transferred
To the heart, what the mind has heard
It’s all about stocking up, for more
As if the world isn’t the same anymore
Other creatures continue on living
Their way, even if today’s missing
The comforts of a habitual yesterday
As fear and uncertainty comes to prey
We are assigned a unique journey
On which we bring the cramps of worry
By letting the notion of gain take over
There’s isn’t an end or any sign of closure
The mind’s gluttony brings in its wake
Restless nights, keeping us awake
Worrying about the what-ifs
And how to survive tomorrow’s cliffs
Losing touch with the essence
As our civilization hurtles to senescence
There is time to find the way
But the delay has to end today
The essence, it yearns to convey
There’s no better time than today
Dropping gains, letting go of losses
The essence pours in from all sources
