We post for connection
We post for attention
We post for validation
We act like what we love
Doesn't matter
Until they
The ensemble
Say it matters
We share beauty
In return for a chance
At something
Trading precious limited
Unmeasurable moments
Like countable commodities
For dollar bill wealth
Because we crave
Something that has been
Inside
Underneath
All along.
TimeThe metronome of progress Even when we stop For a break Time marches onward We will have to run To catch up. Fall too far behind and We fear Spending our whole lives Hidden by shadows Chasing light Looking behind clouds To find more clouds Grudges shackled to our ankles Expectations binding our wrists Weights of want And no one within shouting distance.
Correction.
The fog is thick as dirt Like we are buried Beneath the crust But even underground We are not alone Surrounded by Fungi and worms Moles and insects Billions of micro organisms Pay attention with every sense Notice The movement The earth shifting around us We are the axis Life is on all sides In all cracks No matter how deep We've fallen.
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Push yourself keep on keeping onPersistence pays off, hard work will be Rewarded, everything is worth it, honest They lie through sepia-toned teeth
Mine are alabaster, linear and sturdy I brush three times per day and I never Ever floss. I can't stand spitting out Plasma and platelets, red warning signs
Of whats to come. The soul is not Made of sweat nor earth but possibly Sunshine, magical brilliance ripening Fruit, growing greens and euphoria
Nuzzling the center of every nucleus Where questions become answers Simply by losing the question mark And the customary inflection of doubt.