Thought on this day । I’d make some sense
Capture the essence । Of reality
Similes, metaphors । Garlands of words
Like the songs of birds । They say nothing
Worship of the word । Seems without meaning
Vacuously preening । Is not for me
The world around । Exudes artificiality
Is my sense of reality । Only my own?
This world is ruled । By the ruthless and cruel
A fetid cesspool । It scares me
Loved ones and friends । Older and younger
Wander and linger । Aimlessly
Sighted yet blind । They seek some treasure
When every pleasure । Is at hand
Material obsession । Consumes them all
They’re lost in its thrall । Self-serving
Their false prophets । Profess spirituality
But in actuality । Eye their wealth
I sit and watch । All this madness
Quiet, emotionless । Disinterested
I feel nothing । Happiness nor sorrow
Today and tomorrow । Are as one to me
I am of equal mind । About life and death
Will the next breath । Be my last?
Think I’ll cast away । This transient chrysalis
Leave vita mortalis । For infinity
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