Transient Things
Transient things come and go
the truth will always remain
unselfish acts help the heart to grow
low self-esteem seeks fame
Conditioning began when we were young
trained to chase a fleeting dream
realization of what I have become
a cog in the archaic machine
Eyes light up at shiny possessions
the moth flies towards the flame
people ruled by bodily sensations
a free society with no rights to claim
Copyright © Ricardo Walcott | Year Posted 2012
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