It would be so much better.
Of course, everyone else would have to agree.
And if they get it, I'm not sure.
That is why things run dry, because they're not filled,
Because the effort of the spirit lacks,
Because one's focus is pulled from happiness,
Because the demands of life ignore the facts.
The feet are moving slowly through a swamp of thick mud,
This mud teeming with the sins of the past,
Of the world, of the misconceptions of the mind,
Because half of our sins were only Nature's tasks.
And it's alright,
If you cannot let them go,
Let them rest in your mind for periodic visits,
To avoid having to make it in this world.
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