The popular disposition is to take whatever's near.
And war erupts when two are close and both of them are daring.
It may be time we understood the ethos that is sharing.
My eyes are filled with a glare that prevents me from seeing
The simple elegance found in the art of being.
The baubles you may collect full of memories and gloss.
Do nothing to compensate for the anguish of their loss.
All the comforts you may want while on your path you're going.
Are dust to smooth to understand the why and how of knowing.
Power is discordant; made of misery.
Dying is the sadness that you will soon be free.
In my imagination food is best when work is through.
But in my imagination there is always work to do.
Our bellies full, our minds a road, our arms ready to embrace.
Finally we may unite to explore the heights of space.
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