The laughter of those who live
In only moments of pure bliss
You can't sell them your wares
They don't hold onto our cares
Their games are for those
Who don't count others as foes
They ask others to believe
In something we cannot conceive
The closest this world will see
To unconditionality
Are the minds yet molded
To the ego emboldened
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
The laughter of those who live
In only moments of pure bliss
You can't sell them your wares
They don't hold onto our cares
Their games are for those
Who don't count others as foes
They ask others to believe
In something we cannot conceive
The closest this world will see
To unconditionality
Are the minds yet molded
To the ego emboldened
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