I look within their words and I laugh
A deep twisting grin forms with their false promises
They swindle their own dreams
They stand tall on their knees, short in character
They beg for a life that passes by
They miss the joy of a sweet Summer rain
As long as they move, they live…
They live in a glass full of shallow perceptions
Rich in thought, Poor in reality
They are alone in a World of many
Fleeting ecstasy satisfies, immediate
Fleeting ecstasy creates pain, cycles
Ego is their curse
In each moment of life, they die
Wasting away, dust they become
No one will remember
Live they do not
The Easy Ones

Beauty of Amman
Bougainvillea of Amman

Drew Frederic

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