enDings

Random acts
Caught by chance
Can’t have significance
When nothing here is relevant
Life saturated with decadence
You’d think if we had a chance
To take a bow and have this dance
Nothing in this world would last
If all we did was live the past
Stretching crawling beyond our caste
Yet this is where we make our stance
Kneading in our beds like cats
It wouldn’t hurt to stop and fast
Let our minds receive their penance
Find ourselves a place to land
Safe and sound in God’s soft hands

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