We think about it
Sing about it
Dream about it
& even lost sleep worrying about it
When we don't know we have it we search for it
When we discover it we don't know what to do with it
When we have it we fear losing it
It is the constant source of pleasure and pain
But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next
It is a short word
Easy to spell
Difficult to define
& impossible to live without.
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