In this house we do not know flexibility,
Neither do we experience any real tranquility...

We turn down willing love that is given in freeness,
We get by pretending this is purely ingenius...

In this house we do not bow to any,
A disdained nod is more than plenty...

Solitary is the place we live,
Because it’s an inch we just won’t give...

Now arrived the hour of the crash before the fall,
Who now will be standing tall?

The realization of this preoccupation is all in the dysfunctional imagination,
Until too late do we not get the true interpretation...

If the abode of haughty pride is where you spend your  every day,
Remember please at the end the bill is hefty that you’ll have to pay...


J.I.F.

Proverbs 16:18,19
Pride is before a crash, And a haughty spirit before stumbling.  19 Better to be humble among the meek Than to share the spoil of the haughty.