The days are dying now.
Ebbing, flowing,
Passing out of fashion.
Gleaming with the only promise worth keeping.

What remains at the end of the day...
when the shadows descend on the twilight world?

Languages take time to learn.
Horizons stretch to far away places.
The animals leave footprints.

Options are many.
Yet only two paths.
One leads deep into the forest
of dead ends.

The other is a mesh of scaffolding.
In the end
nothing remains of the scaffolding.

The senses agitate the mind,
forever delivering fresh desires to cloud perception.

Can you build a life that stands for something yet does not leave a trail?
Each new dawn beckons with silent suggestion.

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Mind is the closest thing to our Reality...Be careful how you use it. Businessman, yogi, teacher, addicted to laughing...