Awareness

Conscious are the steps
that lead us to
passions doorway.
The trail worn by
many a lost soul.
Need is an unfed,
hungry animal
that stalks on
a weakness,
deep inside
fabricated destiny.
.

And willingly the
dog bites.
Chained... unchained
it doesnt matter.
And selfishness is created.
Seems almost a facade,
this hole in a
brimming world.
Doesnt it?
.

A weary substitution
of justification,
for stimulation,
Id say.
Yet the road is worn,
and the path,
familiar.
The destination
is nigh.
And satiated
I'm yet to be..

CMT-8/02

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