WeA Poem by reykjahamA short poem regarding the inflation of every individual's ego, believing that life and death are our own.
The taste of dirt
Inevitable home One which we dream Will never come Some want a pass Others, a delay To mother's arms To sweet Pele Our questions today A limitless struggle A lifetime meditation Meaningless sigil Kin do not connect The ego is stressed Our end is ours Not to be missed The truth is not clear Not one has seen To end this life Is to live between © 2015 reykjahamAuthor's Note
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Added on September 25, 2015 Last Updated on September 25, 2015 Tags: short, death, life, religion, spirituality, collective consciousness, universe, ego |