People live by chasing time and always rushing. That at times, they miss the beauty of life by failing to appreaciate it due to incessant activities mostly aimed at accumulating wealth. They usually get passing enjoyments, but those that really last and more essential are utterly neglected.
Born by the incessant rush
People moves like aimless arrows
Knowing no direction nor point
They waste their time for fancy things
Worries constantly come and linger
Like parasites dinging to their prey
But then, nothing really changes
Everything is naught, but flurry
Ironic though for anyone to see
The folly of going round and round
Chasing the time like one can beat it
As if to life, there is no end.
Fortunate is he who can discern
The basic truth of a happy living
That life is but a second’s fraction
In the endless stretch of eternity
And that all rush, is but a futility.
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