When I came, I came with nothing,
     When I go, I'll go with nothing.
Yet while here, why do I desire everything?
     Without ever wanting to give anything.

When I came, I came with noone,
     When I go, I'll go with noone.
Yet why do I love some, and hate others?
     When I can embrace everyone.

I don't know where I came from,
     I don't know when I'll go back.
All I have is the present moment,
    Why not gift it, while I'm still here?

million great things around me
at this moment, what to write
about and what to skip?