Nothing comes and yet everything does if you
allow it to be Steady hands to guide you along
the path but whose hands and what path There
are questions without answers and answers no
on ever suspected Here you are in the present
yet how much of a gift is this moment Ask this
of yourself Days are time and this life is yours
to do with as you like Sight and Consciousness
Are we pushing ourselves towards something
unseen that defies easy categorization Suppose
this to be so Color gray shading everything by
its mere presence Memories emerge from the
years gone by and to where do they return at
the end of our lives Be happy for those you
have cause to be happy for Take all the joy
that you can from this life Every drop taken
to feed a thirst that cannot be fully slaked
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