SentienceA Poem by AnonymousPondOn occasion, in order to be happy we have to exist and enjoy what we can present tense.
We are complicated flesh and bone with sentience
On a floating rock in A corner of the universe It is safe to assume that we can overcome Our fears and shortcomings With the mutual understanding that To be happy, means to give up the notion That all is cyclical And exist purely in the moment © 2016 AnonymousPond |
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