Friday, 2 November 2012

Trouble is that we think we have time

Trouble is that we think we have time
The future's bright, all will be fine
Forgetting that we're on that conveyor belt
This life will actually one day melt
Away back to the Earth, a subtle aspect
It's said will carry's on to the next
Bardo we don't know how it'll be
Throwing caution to the wind and sea
Until now all has seemed quite steady
But will you really be Ready?
© Peter Dorey 2012

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