Transient Things
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.
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