Big Little Guy,
Who do you think you are?
You bow down to yourself in the temple of your mind.
You walk in awe,
You feel all your ways are right.
Except yourself, nobody else gets far
All in your head, you're perfect, you're flawless, yet you're the fallen star.
When you offend anyone, you never take the blame.
You end up being alone and dressed up in shame.
Are your bones made of gold?
Remember, you'll go into everlasting confines where they will rust in the cold.
To you, God lives in your backyard and judges only in your favor.
But don't be fooled, it's just your eyes blinking winds of the highest tenor.
Once a self-image of supremacy has been swept away by the waters of vanity
Now your breath has been seized,
Big little guy, you had no friends so you won't be missed.
YOU ARE READING
In My Favorite Chair
RandomThere is a white chair in my room, where I find comfort sitting. Not only do I find solace in that chair but I get lots of ideas when I settle in for meditation. So these are a collection of articles-poems-quotes and random things that I write in m...
