Small Portions of Time
Developing a skin of leather
You know birds of feather flock together
The universe stitched fine like mesh
Indulging in myself with only love for the flesh
We are only small blips in time
The mind thinks it's all mine
How could i hope to ascend
When i can't see it's all pretend
The ego acting as the biggest defender
To never give up on the inevitable surrender
Copyright © Eric Oakley | Year Posted 2016
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