it is not the good on the other
neither their badness
they are irrelevant in this quest
for excellence
or the search of the good self
it is this loneliness
within the heart
that sings that finds what goodness
is left
within the confines of our being
at the end, it is the question and you
as the answer
facing one another: who i was
who am i
who is this that has become?
myself in a nutshell is my sole concern
the rest only
also, think of themselves
well said, everything is always a personal matter
like a thought rising in our minds
like a dove finding a nest in the home
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