Just As I was Living.

Just As I was Living.

A Poem by SELF

Everyday Man looks inside for the truth
but his grip is slowly loosing touch of 
what he wants, and what he despises
quick do something before you loose it 
for good, but then again don't rush, after all
who knows.
Take every second of every minute,
construct and re-construct the visual instruments
you use to grasp the actual reality until they aren't
tainted.
"What is the actual wealth to pursue"? the question lingers 
in the corners of my mind and i end up outweighing the 
riches in the city with the riches the flesh can't touch.
Indeed, if you live in a glass house, don't throw stones.
heed wisdom so as to attain spiritual clarity. 

© 2022 SELF


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