Soul searching

What’s the past?

What do we choose and determine?

Hollering to everyone,

Preaching, not practicing.

Loving every moment -

For you are a lie.

Living in a sheltered world,

Shadowed by enthusiasm of a late yesterday;

Hiding something intangible,

Not knowing the ridicule, that your soul bestows on you.

Thinking of yourself as shallow,

But not knowing so.

Mockery …

You versus you.

How does it end?

can you accept reality?

 

~Ayesha Prasad~

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