In the rhythm of routine, we drift like a stream,
Mechanical motions, a life or a dream?
Pause, oh, weary heart, let introspection gleam,
Is this journey we tread merely a scheme?
A dance with the mundane, a scripted play,
Lost in the echoes of each passing day.
Yet life, a fleeting moment, slips away,
Yearning for purpose, a brighter array.
Step back, dear soul, from the whirlwind’s embrace,
Feel the pulse of existence, find your own space.
Are the steps you take filled with genuine grace,
Or mere echoes, lost in a crowded place?
Chase not the shadows of a transient trance,
Seek the substance, let your spirit dance.
For in the silence, where true meanings enhance,
Lies the essence of a purposeful chance.
Life unfolds just once, a precious rhyme,
Not a scripted act, but a dance through time.
Unveil the truth in every paradigm,
Live with intention, make your moments chime.
SRD.
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The Quest for Essence 