Everywhere and Everything

Music is everywhere.
The songwriter catches it in bits and strands, bringing it together in one place.
Many things are everything.
Location, location, location is everything.
Timing is everything.
Our children are everything.
 Health, Time, Love: Everything.
Tippy Toe here.
Toe the tightrope.
If any one thing that is Everything is deprived, we all go down and we have nothing.
We are very horrid creatures to allow poverty, and hunger, and suffering when it could stop.
Money is everything to some, but it only means close to Everything if it is a tool to use, a sword to swing, not a plush bed.
So vain. So attached to these mortal coils. Chasing beauty with knives. Save babies with your knives, silly clucks. Beauty is fleeting, a game you will never win.
Imagine a time where you are naked with no body to hide inside. What is left?
If it is pink fluff in the wind, dig deeper.
If it is bitter wormwood and regret, forgive and choose wisely.
If it is fear, chase it, challenge it; then win the fight.