To liberate the madness of ones destructive mind. We take the thing we never have enough and that is time. Time is of the essence and may just heal your soul. Realize that life is short so live it to the full. Believe that everyday you breathe could be your very last. So love the little things in life and don’t live in the past.
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- Comment from author about the poem: In life we tend to get caught up in the world and it’s ways of a false perception that we must strive and race to fulfill our selfish desires. Obtain all the material things available to us that we assume will make us happy and solve all our problems! We work hr after he day after day fingers to the bone to achieve this false sense of security and before we know it we are on our death beds wishing we could have just took the time to enjoy the little things in life that nature has provided for us all along!
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