of a drum that lies beyond us.
Know we this drummer that lead us?
That bonds us in slavery to time.
Our lives a flurry of scurrying,
We fear deadlines - more than death,
all pursuing meaningless pursuits.
de-void of substance and meaning -
that serves our pride - but not our joy.
Our tower of flatness grows steadily.
We desire more than our needs! Why?
Seeking enough for multiple lives, but
losing the life we have in the process...
Perhaps we’re chasing senseless ambitions.
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