Poem about the time in which we live.

Too much information.
Too many things to know.
Too many discussions to have.
Too many ways to grow.

There’s so much hidden.
There’s so many lies.
So much truth.
Nowhere to hide.

Not enough time.
Not enough space.
Not enough memory.
Not in one place.

Choices to be made.
Things to let go.
People to meet.
People to unknow.

Does this cause suffering?
Does this stifle learning?
It promotes joy.
It is growth.

12:23am EDT
April 9, 2010
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