Philosophies of a Hypocrite
Why strive for depth?
A picture of one under waves
Who drowns.
He reaches for the stars from the depths,
Waiting for a meaning to rattle his bones
And propel him beyond the trees.
But the trees hold the wisdom,
And the ground holds the roots.
Why go anywhere
When it is always here
And surrounds him?
He closes his eyes
And shakes his head,
Believing here can't hold the power
To rattle his fragile bones.
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