A Little Fish

Born; and suddenly dying,

Living; and suddenly breathing,

Breathing; and suddenly thinking,

Thinking, thinking thinking, dreaming and dreaming,

Through life we flow as a river

Never stopping

Never freeing.

Grasp all you wish,

but God is a slippery little fish.

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