Burn the Portraits

No matter what our minds tell us
We all feed at the same table
Others choose to leave
Some are not able

Once I spoke what I heard
And was hit with ridicule
I wrote it down in words
And become my own hero

When we die
We all become ashes
A blink of the worlds eye
A life over in flashes

Psychologygically out of place
Psychologically stable
We all have the one face
And feed round the same table

2 Comments

  1. We need to recognize
    there’s a lot to understand
    no matter limits or culture
    or where in life we stand
    how little and small we are
    or how lucky and grand
    if we feed in the same table
    we can give a helping hand.

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