Am I wrong for working?
Making time to be first in?
Can we keep it moving without making moves?
I think not. Understandably we try to live our lives,
In a way that we can experience beautiful highs,
And even the lows, because as we traverse the planes of existence,
Bending flows that ebb us closer to Nirvana that,

Keep us constantly working,
But do we really need to work? That hard?
Searching for what might not be there?
Is this a dream that we are living in?
One that we will toss and turn,
Yearn for rest, that will, ultimately,
Keep us working...