The Illusion of More

Don’t need a thing

To do our thing

We have what we need

To pursue what we heed 

Everything before us

Nothing between us

The more of our world

Is the distraction

The less of ourselves

Is the attraction 

When we forget me

We build on the we

The more takes from the now

It carries us to the next

Without gratitude or grace

It abruptly changes our place

For here is this moment

So full and complete

It’s a shame we might waste it

So we can compete

For the more of tomorrow

And miss this special time

Are we deaf to the music

And what’s left of this rhyme

No things is our aim

In the end

We are all the same

by John Kobara

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