There’s no saying there’s a morrow.

Could someone tell me how I may save myself, from the emptiness, of all that I’ve ever done, coming undone?

Could someone show me how to be free even while I’m bound and limited, within this mind, though it seems limitless, and within this body, where every cell, contains the whole!

Could someone show me how, in dying, I live on still and how, in clinging to this transient life, I am merely, living death.

Could someone show me I’ve had enough to eat, while yet, my tongue craves for more.

Could someone show me a way past my obsessions, without making me feel, that I’m missing out?