Transient Things

Written by: Ricardo Walcott

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