Always

Always be questing

Truth is arresting

A glance at the stars

Pours balm on what scars

 

The trip does not stop

Like waves in motion

Taste in every drop

Earth’s sweet emotion

 

These hours are so short

Shun not what you feel

Joy is caught in thought

Freedom of the wheel

 

And as the sun breaks

On the brim of night

Look at life that shakes

With trembling delight

 

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