We crumble at the face
of our ego, afraid
to let the glass shatter
so we can renew
into a life with greater purpose,
into something that matters
beyond a sense of pride
and hiding behind a veil
Of self-told lies
If everyone on the planet
could have one single
wish granted, how many
would ask for a life supplanted
in humility, forgoing desire?
It’s a shame that the answer
is not enough
in this world of snake-oil salesmen,
and hapless buyers
There is power in letting go
but as simple as it sounds
it is not easy to ignore sound
and breakaway into
the silent aftermath
of choosing not to know,
and instead basking in
the dark everglow
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 6:22 AM UTC
We crumble at the face
of our ego, afraid
to let the glass shatter
so we can renew
into a life with greater purpose,
into something that matters
beyond a sense of pride
and hiding behind a veil
Of self-told lies
If everyone on the planet
could have one single
wish granted, how many
would ask for a life supplanted
in humility, forgoing desire?
It’s a shame that the answer
is not enough
in this world of snake-oil salesmen,
and hapless buyers
There is power in letting go
but as simple as it sounds
it is not easy to ignore sound
and breakaway into
the silent aftermath
of choosing not to know,
and instead basking in
the dark everglow
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