Everything

Everything is as trait
As it is transitory

So much of what I thinking do
Has no more weight than the morning due
I get all worked up and rush around
And very soon I will be under ground
Today I’ll breathe slowly and calm my mind
Be grateful, generous and always kind
It’s all small stuff and cannot last
Be joyful, happy and make life a blast

Everything is as trite
As it is transitory