I wander in every direction
And I know, I’m not getting anywhere -
On the frozen path of imperfection
I gave it all I had left to share...
Easy tasks were made for the frightened
My effort is guided by enlightenment;
So with my face on the dirt I plead,
I shout and crumble until I bleed
My heart is humble and I do not mind
Being an extra in a role-playing show;
I’ve seen whatever is hard to find
And deep within me indulgence did grow;
My endurance lasts while I still breathe
(Even though triviality have led us astray)
Some things are certain and I do believe
That we will mould angels out of clay
Akila Sekhet
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