Egoistic
I hear subtle whispers
Within the ringing of my ears
I see the world awakening
From the slumber deep within
I feel a new way coming
It's slipping through the trees
Maybe it's just the whispers
Riding effortlessly
On the breeze
Maybe just the beginning
Of everlasting love
Maybe it's your hands
Coming down from above
I do not know the future
Nor will I even guess
But I do know change is coming
To the egoistic man.
R.K.H
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2023
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