A poem that partially came to me this morning. The rest is just improvised:
I am the greatest Buddha that ever lived.
Yet I am Dirt and Ash.
The universe keeps expanding
And I am a speck.
I am the Greatest Buddha that ever lived.
Yet, I still shit.
My bones get old,
And the Autumn turns to Spring, turns to winter, turns to summer,
If only summer, then fine.
If only winter, then fine.
I can't change the summer by Saying "Hey summer! Change!"
I am the Greatest Buddha that ever lived.
I am the greatest Buddha that ever lived.
Yet I am Dirt and Ash.
The universe keeps expanding
And I am a speck.
I am the Greatest Buddha that ever lived.
Yet, I still shit.
My bones get old,
And the Autumn turns to Spring, turns to winter, turns to summer,
If only summer, then fine.
If only winter, then fine.
I can't change the summer by Saying "Hey summer! Change!"
I am the Greatest Buddha that ever lived.
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