Friday, January 28, 2011

Reflection

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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