Feb 6
Daily #37
Finding
Pursuing the wretched mind,
empty in its beauty, awash when destroyed.
The cursed mind, run a muck, over full, with ideas,
with images, with dreams.
Leave us to be, as we are empty / happy & contented,
life is the only enemy we loath & relish our struggle with.
So I say, take as much of it as you may,
for we will all be dead, and lay alone one day.