Rest
Ecclesiastes 4:6
6 Better is one handful with some rest
than two hands full of toil and chasing the wind.
Time to rest … it's almost summer … Life will stop a while
For the ones that are sleeping on the edge of La-La land
For some it is a bummer … for some a broken smile
As it is constantly a weeping with a hankie in one’s hand
Where are we located … when pursuit seems endlessly?
Are we close to where we started or closer to nowhere?
Often self motivated and so to travel anonymously
Close to the departed who seem to be everywhere
Jan Wienen
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