I soar,
I roar,
Like a contender in a fierce war.
How deep do I have to go,
To see the light?
How wide do I have to stretch;
Before I retch?
Will I ever see the sun?
Or is that too but an illusion?
It's unbecoming,
That man must die in order to live.
Even so, I dare say, life does not have much meaning;
Until one has died to self.
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©Oracle🌹
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