We are in motion and we are asleep
But hurriedly dreaming aimlesly
Into the tunnel of nowhere land

We are going away
We are leaving soon
We are going down

But we don’t know where
and don’t know when and how

Maybe industrial disease
May be chronic disease
May be accidents
Maybe mentally overwhelmed
Or maybe without any cause

We will leave behind much
Love ones and those not loved
Things prized and wasted
Material that feed the senses
Thoughts in books and media
Money in the bank or penny less

But what matters most is no gain

We are going away - anyway
We are leaving soon - anyway
We are going down - anyway

Except the self’s conscience
Being alive and kicking today
A short while astray tomorrow
And only once in a life time.

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