Saturday, December 06, 2014
My own evil
In the hurry to be right,
In the need to be heard,
In the moment to be seen;
We get tied down by our own evil.
In the emotion to be kind,
In the thought to be, thought of;
In the sentiment to be blessed,
We become selfish for nothing after all.
In search of a reason to live,
Seek truth, to find everything could be a lie,
Exploring breaths to define existence;
In all this heat, we get cold, sometimes.