Half-lived Lives

Look around,
  A beeline of half lived lives,
Some old and grim, 
  Aware of the impending completion.

Some young and restless,
  Fighting the resistance, the war within.

Despite the differences,
  Lies a distinctive commonality.
A beating heart,
  synchronous with the light of the soul,
repeatedly calling us Home...



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