in your vanity
in the tallness of your price
like the tower of babel
you stand disunited
and scattered soon
you shall be like leaves
blown by the winds
of change
you do not notice the genius
of other people
you have looked so profusely
inside yourself
and you have not only become
one meaningless tower
but a cave digging more
confusions towards
the darkness of your
feet
try opening the eyes between
your eyes
try using the ears embedded
in your ten fingers
hear those who have no spoken
listen
see those who are like shadows
living
in the twilight of your life
perhaps you can find yourself
the paradox keeps upon itself the truth
your heart thrives somewhere
your hands have not been holding
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