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Gabriel A Flynn May 2014
Caught
on the hook of selfishness
I run but it pulls me back in

Just
when I thought I was beyond this
Old thoughts reach the surface again

Me, mine, and I
sound as bad as they taste
Words that race from my lips to my brain

Cut the line,
shut the mouth, and forget about "self"
There's a thought I could entertain
Gabriel A Flynn Jun 2014
So little validates true self,
Collecting memories like dust upon a shelf.
Some embellished, some precise,
What can one leave to signify their life?

It isn't money
Though some wouldn't agree
For it can't span the distance of eternity.
And it isn't beauty, for that's subjective at best.
So, what does life say
when the bodies laid to rest?

This presses me as I step through my day.
What pieces of me are worth giving away?

What is real?
What transcends this flesh of mine?
It must be the emptying of the soul
While there's time

— The End —