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