WHAT'S THE POINT

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WHAT'S THE POINT?

There is a tipping point when things are so out of balance

They collapse and keel over

There is a boiling point when the temperature heats up

To a roiling crisis

There is a vanishing point when, looking far into the distance

We imagine we can see things coming together

There is the point of no return in any journey

Where our resources are all in

When we do something, anything, we have a point to doing it

If we can stay centered, keep our cool

Not project too far ahead

We will get to a new place, a better place

When we don't wish to return to the past

To relive or repair it we reach the point of no return

We just let it go so we can move on

Which is really the point of life, to evolve

Our focal point becomes the next right step

Our next breath the only point of contact

With precious glorious life

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