THE WORLD ACCORDING TO POLY
(a sense of worth)
Everything serves a purpose.
Everything happens for a reason.
There isn't any black or white.
There are no shades of gray.
There is no sacred cow.
A friend to everyone is a friend to no one.
Sooner or later, everyone takes a turn on their knees.
There are no coincidences
We are all connected by
the stream of universal consciousness.
Some ignore
Some deny
Some of us are driven by the need for power.
Some of us are driven by the need for love.
Some of us are driven by self interest.
Some of us are driven by the need for attention.
Some of us are driven by the need for diversion.
Some of us are driven by the need for riches.
Some of us are driven by the pursuit of happiness.
Bigger, better...best.
The push---The pull.
It is all in-explainable.
incomprehensible.
our reasons tumble into excuses.
...and so we go
round and round
year after year,
wrapped in our own illusions
cloaked in our own personal
blankets of reality
trying to place a sense
of importance
to that which has none
based on the dream to succeed.
Until the day we are unable to continue any longer. And just cease...
That's when we really matter.
Everything happens for a reason.
There isn't any black or white.
There are no shades of gray.
There is no sacred cow.
A friend to everyone is a friend to no one.
Sooner or later, everyone takes a turn on their knees.
There are no coincidences
We are all connected by
the stream of universal consciousness.
Some ignore
Some deny
Some of us are driven by the need for power.
Some of us are driven by the need for love.
Some of us are driven by self interest.
Some of us are driven by the need for attention.
Some of us are driven by the need for diversion.
Some of us are driven by the need for riches.
Some of us are driven by the pursuit of happiness.
Bigger, better...best.
The push---The pull.
What is it that drives you-
propels you to strive?
beyond logic
toward your own personal elusive goal.
That is seldom reached-
rarely achieved.
It is all in-explainable.
incomprehensible.
our reasons tumble into excuses.
...and so we go
round and round
year after year,
wrapped in our own illusions
cloaked in our own personal
blankets of reality
trying to place a sense
of importance
to that which has none
based on the dream to succeed.
Until the day we are unable to continue any longer. And just cease...
That's when we really matter.
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