Wednesday, 28 December 2016

Running Out

Space-Time is a sure running Out
We've done our best Throughout
Although nagging haunting Doubt

No user guide shoved into Plight
Illusion of forever future Might
Occasionally glimpsed in Sight

The end of the conveyor Belt
Like ice finishing its Melt
Have you ever wondered of Felt

What the Famous like us are Dealt
Their allotted limited Time-Span
Mortal like you and me, no Plan

So many we've met and Been
Until our karmic vision Seen
A bardo state betwixt Between

How many knew they'd die Today
Those dreams in a way did Betray
Such busyness distracted Away

From their natural Inheritance
Was it all just one bid chance
In samsara's eternal Dance

© JustMe 2016

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