Walking, sitting, lying, running,
happy, sad, scared, content
all are equal.
Hunger comes and is sated
eventually, returns eventually.
In between all that
why raise your voice
but to shout for joy?
Unless you want to
make someone mad, which is fine
but why put your life
at the risk of shortening?
Snow will fall
on your ashes
soon enough.
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