The hoarding of dust,
Yes, dust.
What else will it be soon but scattered debris? [1]
Yet all voices scream:
Dignity lies in following greed.
Achieve, deprive, find ways to rise high.
Still, nothing is ever enough,
Eyes always fixed on someone else’s prize,
Pride caged in fleeting gains.
Your worth-too volatile.
Make your way,
Oh believer,
Remain against the … Continue Reading
