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Racing

mind on the run,
racing through the night,
stealing precious sleep;

there is no prize
for worrying the most

Harmony

are you free,
what desires
chain you
to hollow tasks,
stealing your soul;

what is superfluous
in your life,
can you let it go,
is there a simpler existence
for you,
a place more in harmony
with your soul

History

this has happened
before,

history crashes upon us
in repetitive waves;

it appears new
if we are unprepared,
if we have not
unchained our curiosity
allowing it to bring us
the wisdom of the dead

we will repeat
the mistakes
of our predecessors
again and again

being left to wonder:
if this is the worst
life has ever been