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Lives full of important decisions
which carry no importance
outside of the rules and regulations
we’ve conventiently made up
We write in pen, pencil, stone
yet it would be better written in air
There is no word to express what life is
There is no way for us to teach a virtuous life
The only way our words might give direction
would be to say
that a life worth living is one of simplicity
We walk
with rubber, leather, and asphalt under each step
But the bare Earth under our feet
is our real home
We trade and make “wealth” for ourselves
with papers, coin, and promissory notes
But kinship and trust
is our real wealth and purpose
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