Naked I stand
Stripped of pride that once filled me
Dried of my saturated ego
As I throw darts at my own chest
Clumsily building my pain threshold
Picking the self inflicted thorns
How often do we look into the pond
Where the logs set in our eyes
It is so difficult to see
The ugly habits we pick up
In this ugly world
So I rather stand with nothing
And build with rickety tools
Than stand with everything
Without a humble bone in my body
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