Temporal Trinkets in Time
Death is stalking & we are walking with heads in the cloud
arrested, uncontested prisoned to ways to proud.
We are not that which we think we are
a fallacy gone way too far.
Sons to darkness, lost remembrance to rays of sun
souls absent to reality, from ourselves, we try to run.
Rocking a T – shirt thinking we are Adidas
is like riding a donkey, thinking we are the ass.
For my illusion & confusion is better than yours
repeated cycles of birth & death, trapped in revolving doors.
Our mind, best of friend’s or worst of foe’s
steers us to saintly beings or hounding after hoes.
Like a child we keep falling with no stability on our path
unlike a child, we lack innocences, calamity of heart.
Living in regret, enthusiasm starts to wane
drowning in depression, charlatan to shame.
Test of faith, trial of character, is conviction firm
if so when before thy Lord no need to squirm.
What we want is not our dire need
temporal trinkets cause the core of our hearts to bleed.
Alas, hungry for honour, hankering after respect
who wants to be an insignificant insect.
We are conditioned by our conditioning
embroiled, absorbed in mundane positioning.
So just who is crazy, me or you
Basked in dawn or hazed by a material hue.
Learn, earn, spurn and forced to return
better we in this life our false ego blaze and burn.