The journey is long, or short, it depends
Whether one treads consciously or unconsciously
The body needs a box full of clothes and the mind
Cannot do without this bag of bones, comforts are few
Otherwise the travellers would permanently rest
Moments are just moments when one isn’t conscious of them
Each one of them can last an eternity for those who aren’t unconscious
It isn’t enough to empty one’s wardrobe putting the body through more pain
One would not go very far, in this world, what to speak of the beyond
Living consciously, there are no lines drawn, nothing is emptied
Or filled, what’s taken is what’s needed, the rest is shared
Only the unconscious carry a heavy load, enveloped by greed and not need
