In your fantasies there are demons;
In your aspirations,
There are ambushes,
All laid out for your spirit!
Do you clutch on to them?
Do you allow them to clutch onto your autonomous self?
Your solace of fulfilling your purpose with plain, pure passion,
Simply for the ecstasy of performing your duties?
Who is it? Who is in control of the reins?
Is it you or your materialistic longings?
The assassin of all things beyond itself!
Views expressed above are the author’s own.
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