Morning Thoughts

The waves of time roll in and turn out with the moods of shifting weather appearing and disappearing; such are people, yet the experience remains as the learning is engraved on our character.

Escape is the fruit that all are desperate to buy; though all shelves become empty after we rise from sleep after enduring the cold night and crash into our morning thoughts.

Fake faces are forced to shadow their authenticity and productively slave away in a survival game of money-making while worshipping at the feet of the elite.

Fear is the power monster we have fallen victim to. We dare refuse, otherwise, our self-esteem will be dismantled from the inside out.

A concrete disaster sets the stage; we are played by the hidden greed that interferes with everyone’s name attached to invisible strings. Like puppets, we’re good objects.

Under the control of an unhealthy society strapped with the brand of a modern-day slave, trapped the an open-air asylum of spiritual disconnection.

We're grazing the bare minimum of satisfaction; happy prisoners who are free in the illusions of thinking adequacy is the pot of gold - we’re sadly worth a grain of rice.

~ H a y t h a m

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