SELF-DISCOVERY
SELF-DISCOVERY
Self-discovery is a journey.
Endless end
That many people,
Really most
Never see.
I believe in a Day of Account:
Countless eyes
Will run dry,
Myriad heads
Will be bowed.
Designed myriads,
Made each different,
But born conform,
Born really dead.
Self-discovery is a race.
Who will win the prize?
Joy, fulfilment, fame:
For you are best
Where you are blessed.
Subversions.
Lures, deception.
Passions untamed, straying,
Wandering.
Traps that end
The journey,
Traps that makes
The race a mirage,
And the man dry
Of a spirit lost.
poetspiration.
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