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.
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Added on November 13, 2022 Last Updated on November 13, 2022 Author
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