Telling the world how I feel;
Night has fallen.
Bright is the full moon.
Anxiety kidnaps my heart.
Knowing not what happens next;
A feeble heart I possess,
Willing to share with the world.
Attachment, the source of suffering,
Yet i am attached to prosperity.
Mistakes I make,
Sad sometimes I feel,
In a forest of thoughts I am lost,
Can't believe a cruel world I live in.
Selfishness, the thought of many.
People receive fairness out of proportion.
Rich get richer;
Poor grow poorer;
All boils down to the difference in thoughts.
WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DZIDULA -KOMLA
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