In praising myself,
I only insult myself.
In pleasing myself,
I bring misery upon myself.
Lots of things I bought,
Plenty places I travelled.
Nothing gave me the bliss I seek,
No matter how much I groveled.
Then I stopped wanting things,
I ceased craving for gratification.
I placed my heart at your feet,
Finally I found my absolution.
Long was I lost in the sleep of pride.
Erasing the self I found my light.
Published on
November 23, 2021 07:37
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