Seeing Is Not Believing
I look for another fight as I tap the mat,
The loss is a triumph of the next is a win,
And if the next is a win, then there's no
Humility is loss, so I can't learn.
Gratitude has turned into an expectation
For grace... Thank you, now what are you
Gonna give me? Thank you again, now more!
The horror of what you become when
Addiction keeps you stupid has me
Fighting for loss, and selfishly taking
As Greater abundance keeps circling
As a riddle with no hint, as a consumption
With no way to absorb, no way to digest
Full knowledge I can't know until I become
what I know...I can see what I am but seeing
is not Believing... Maybe is I accept the
unacceptable, I can cut off the gangrene
And save what life there is left
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