Always, searching for something different, every day,
Never satisfied, thoughts, always looking, another way,
Always wanting to be popular, thinking you are the best,
Forgetting, in this life, we are each one of Gods guest.
You can try to climb the highest mountain,
Or dig by the oceans, deep into the sand,
Never finding, always leaving with empty hands,
Many changes, within the energy around us,
Always more confusion, created not to understand,
This life is a second, compared to eternity,
Get back to the basics, Gods, original plan.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 3/21/2025 AD
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