Human Race (keep your bearings)

Human race is never what you're thinking
it's not a competition
I recommend you do not try
Trials lead you to a sentence
sentence makes you cry
Trials full of worry

worry till you die

worry makes you sweat
sweating makes you wet
fret some more...you're mine

Human race was made
for humming mantras
meditation on a bearing race
on a pulley on a spline
Zen is an art to play
playin's more than grind

poem by Boink Boink
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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