If man's born a unique role to play—
Any role— lofty be or just lay,
Is it to live his dream?
Rejoice and rise like cream,
Or just live to his esteem's fair play?
But man's made up of whim,
Ego spilling at brim,
And his true self has too little say.
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Reflections | 03.09.15 |
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