On nonsense,
Time is being wasted.
Humpty-dumpty game is being
Played and enjoyed
For no gain.
No door is opened
And yet each one is going away.
The whole breathing is taken
To custody for no reason.
A sea change is going on
With cosmic wisdom
Feeling of process is the only
Need of time.
Think good dear
And everything would be fine.
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