Why do you fear so much?
Life is life, it’s the source, not a hoarse.
You live at coarse, not with the core.
Except the core, it’s everything unsure and insecure.
We just take the body, society, and serendipitous accidents and start calling them “our SELF.”
Don’t we value only the PELF?
Why the PELF as something SELF?
Okay then, what else do we have as something SELF but not the PELF?
If not, then what are all the sects?
Not of the culture but even of percepts.
It’s all about the pact, in fact.
Social, moral, cultural impact.
Harnessing all the tact,
Forgetting who is in impact,
‘cause it has taken the pelf,
Not something else,
But the only self,
Emanating all the percepts
Through concepts.
It had to accept
In obligation of the tact,
Consuming all the impact,
No matter what is the fact.
‘Cause in compelling thirst and tempt,
Sounds cozy to distort the fact,
Not the percept but concept,
As if life is an impact of something threat,
A threatening act.
But it’s the same as you put in your concept,
With a project of concept,
As some hoarse,
Not of core, of course,
As a remorse,
While core is sober,
No need to hover
Beneath the summer of the fever.
Newer ever, nothing to hide,
Just inside, not the wide but the glide,
Free of any side,
But just unbind
The winds, embrace to unwind,
Not labeled mind.
It is the why of the reader and the writer, not the fighter, but only lighter, the most tighter and brighter, in which even the sighter
Holds tighter, the fighter, taking as lighter, a sympathizer, like moisturizer, not having even the moist of itself, just outer shelf,
Taking as self.