आहे मन हावरट, हवं त्याला सगळं,
संसाराच्या मोहात अडकले ते आगळं.

मित्रदेखील हवेत त्याला,
मैत्रिणीदेखील हव्या,
Relation मध्ये येऊ
अशा आशा नव्या-नव्या.

मान-सन्मान हवा,
वाहवाही हवी त्याला,
पण हवंय सगळं फुकट –
मेहनत करायची कशाला?

Materialistic मोह
त्याला आवरत नाही,
आयपत नसेल तरी मोठी गाडी घेऊ –
हरकत नाही काही.

हावरटपणाच्या या विळख्यात गुरफटून मन जाते,
आयुष्याचा शेवट मात्र फक्त राख उरते.

there's another circle, dante—

it's the tenth and it's the worst

in which the ****** fall into its cavern
of gelid black of no ends

where likelihood of stopping is none
and darkness just stretches
wider
deeper
farther
darker

there is a tenth circle, dante
and it's the darkest
and the coldest

and it's called

h u m a n m i n d.

—chippy

How do we learn to speak?
What in our minds takes different sounds and connects the
To people, places, emotions
Take twins for example.
They both can communicate almost fluently in a language the average person is beyond Understanding
Humans are so funky!
You can almost see the gears turning behind someone's eyes when they think
So many take their minds for granted.
After all, it was us who build castles, kingdoms,  Step foot on the moon itself
Doubt is the killer of dreams
It is our intelligence that has allowed us to continue surviving
Thriving even
 Well, depends on who you ask.
I firmly believe that the sky's the limit.
All we must do is reach for it.