“Sometimes”

Sometimes it’s not what it’s cracked up to be,
Life that is,
like a wave…
that eventually crashes…
and dies.

Reaction,
yearning,
wanting
and all that jazz.

Life…
A mystery?
A challenge?
A struggle?

Perception,
always there,
lurking,
and patient.

Life,
A goal?
A destination?
Or perhaps a process?

Attachment and sin,
One and the same,
Universality,
Same old same old.

Master,
Mistress,
Slave,
And passion!

Survival,
Being,
Humanity,
And compassion.

Focus,
Choice,
Balance,
And delusion.

All for what?
Marking time,
Persisting,
One day at a time.

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