Dust to dust , Earth to earth

The simple and the noble birth

Will shed their skin and leave their kin

Despite their given worth.

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The perfect body and the lame,

The smart, the wealthy and insane,

Will crumble to a little heap

Of molecules, the same.

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The farm, the precious jewels , the cars,

The castles with the golden spas,

Will leave thy face, yet stay in place,

And pass and pass and pass.

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Tomorrow and the living day,

Reflections of but yesterday,

Entwined upon our minds like weeds,

Unwelcomed yes, but chose to stay.

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Know thyself the Wise-man said,

Your likes dislikes and well combed head,

The triggers of you many moods,

And deep inside the journey bade.

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If “I” think, then what is “I”,

Since “I” do then tell me why,

These voices quarrel from within,

Some rude, some greedy and some shy.

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Who is thinking, who is who,

Am “I” the thoughts and thinker too,

Or bewitched by constant change

To note the difference of the two.

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If "I" write and if “I” sing

Forever in my memories swing,

Yet cannot fix this worshiped mind

Upon a single thing.

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If abused "I" fall in tears,

Or forewarned , "I" dwell in fear,

Yet my neighbours sexy smile

Or words will please my ears.

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If the act of fellow man

Decides my state and weight , it can,

Then who is living life for who,

I do not understand.

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Dear brothers lend an ear behold

The truth is found , yet never told,

It has no start, no place, no end,

The senses and the mind transcends.

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The real and living is the free

From self created misery,

Who chose their acts, not just react ,

To acts from you and me.