By Y. Ari Bey

 

Illusions of mind will always take form

Victims of thought in a torrid brainstorm

 

Seeking for ways to clear one's mind

and glimpse at the essence of something divine

 

Head hurdles will come to hinder and snare 

Seemingly endless, but really not there

 

Visions blinded by pride, ego and wealth

Obstacles rise when ye loose sight of self

 

Let go of all things that are outside of thee

And learn to love you, a man truly free

 
 

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