Always we wish,
But when scared we pray
Many times we walk,
But when pursued we run.
Who talks less-
The dead or the malicious?
How many lines are drawn-
To sketch the righteous?
Swapping places in our dreams,
As the stronger becomes the weaker;
Lies that fill the mouth to brim,
Tasting all bitter;
With all these bad actions-
Sent from bad decisions.
What do they next?
Eaten their words,
Yet they starve;
Master and lords,
Yet they serve.
It’s alphabetic, not selfish-
As I must come before you.
We are on a queue-
Life gives us one by one,
Same way takes us turn after turn.
Don’t pretend you are ready,
Just assume you are.
For something is in the ground,
And we must dig till it be found.
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