The ones that decompose over time
Carrying frustrations
The mind is disgusted
Pleasures longing to
enjoy
Still left to the body
Telling to it to forget
all suddenly
Unavailable objects and
things make fun of
Unable to come to a
conclusion about life
Confused knowledge
When the balance is in
question
Will tell you to finish
being
Arrives in search of
teaching wisdom
It is full of
disappointments without deceiving anyone
Moments and events burn
in the memory
Enough to beg each time
With tapped hands
I slap myself
When the relaxing
breaths surge
The calming tablets
become inactive
That's what lies in the
soil
As if going to
decompose
Everything that happens
in no other way
And so on and so forth
destroy in the space of time
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