It's all the same,
whether unknown or fame,
whether rich or poor,
we'll all go through the same damned door.
How many narcissists,
how many fantasists
refuse to see
that they picked from the same damned tree,
and that the sentence is 'we',
not 'me',
WE!
We succumb to the very same thing
that enticed us to the tree.
You know, deep down,
that YOU are no different than me -
with waves of greed
in an endless sea.
The depths, oh blessed deeps, go back to beginnings,
when all was wrong,
that endless song
of a treat, a very sweet treat,
that cast us from our home - we did no more belong.
Sweet, sweet, treat.
Now we find our own way
every day.
You could say that that it is ok,
and you would - it's what I've been saying all along.
You refuse to see
the tragedy
that we cannot escape
a decision to need all the fish in the sea,
and take (all the things we can take),
then try to escape our sentenced fate -
a condemned state,
that might be
eternity!
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2025 11:47
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Comments3
Getting away with it and pointing blame on others is a common game. Generally things come back to haunt and I hear this in this poem. Nicely put
He who shouts loudest and points the finger is usually the guilty one, eventually it all comes round, enjoyed the read
Powerful.
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