When My Pot Is Empty
who do i run to
when my pot is empty
who really cares
i recall when i was a starveling making wishes through your overt dependence on ego and its footprints and fingerprints
to whom shall i call
when my pot is empty
who really cares
i am a receiver of adaptations satisfying my hunger while quenching my thirst through cookbook figments of my imagination
who do i depend on
when my pot is empty
who really cares
i am a firm believer that pure prayer in constant consistence with be the pathway provider to positive prosperity
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