With every passing moment
I approach Amida’s land,
Where we shall walk together
On the black volcanic sand.
My depression disappears
And suffering slips away
When I see my aim in life
Is to live this single day.
With every passing minute
I’m a step towards my goal.
There’s really not much in it.
Life gets better, on the whole.
Marcus Cumberlege
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