Human Race (keep your bearings)
Human race is never what you're thinking
it's not a competition
I recommend you do not try
Trials lead you to a sentence
sentence makes you cry
Trials full of worry
worry till you die
worry makes you sweat
sweating makes you wet
fret some more...you're mine
Human race was made
for humming mantras
meditation on a bearing race
on a pulley on a spline
Zen is an art to play
playin's more than grind
poem by Boink Boink
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