In this life or one to come,
During the most elated state,
Or the one in which you're glum,
Surrounded by friends and family,
Or alone, it doesn't matter,
Resting atop a big ol' pile of money,
While you're sleeping, while it's getting fatter,
Or in the throes of immense poverty,
Or while you're on your way to it,
That life ever feels completely stable,
And you feel a nirvanic state of pure contentment.
Because, it's alright,
When uncertainty abounds,
That's what keeps humans staying human.
And, yes, it is as tedious as it sounds.
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