We are born to this world,
without any memory of living
in the time before we're born...
And we have no direct knowledge of what will happen after we die...
And we are very lucky beings? Or,
Are we a spiritual being...
Living the life of a human existence? But we don't have any definitive,
Sole, the one and only, flawless
Single guidance or manual to live
in this limited circumscribed life... Halted, struck, restricted, confined.
Marooned, abandoned, deserted... Like a whale gone aground
Because of the reciding tide The most powerful ones in the sea
Become, the most helpless ones... Stranded.
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