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This idea we have of how to be happy 
Money,
Shown.
Plans,
Posed.
Cars, 
Homes,
Phones,
Clones.
Buying it all,
Ready to sign,
Credit card,
Until it’s all mine.
But what about time?
Time lost
Time spent
I forgot
What it meant.
Stuff 
Just widens the gap between us
Lust
For things that we think complete us
Precious moments,
unturned.
Silent candles,
unburned.
An unholy waste
What a concept to chase
But these are the lines
In mirrors, we face.