Artificial ...

Proverbs 6:9 New King James Version (NKJV)

How long will you slumber, O sluggard?
When will you rise from your sleep?

 

Here I am ... all intact ... with a mind in search of originality

Pen in hand ... just a fact ... in clandestine partiality

Once a beggar ... now a prince ... on a throne in servant’s quarters

In search of truth ... to make amends ... for failures to define the hereafter

 

Artificial light ... to make me see ... as darkness still rules the outside

Without right ... just a constant plea ... to get to observe the inside

Circular motion ... straight ahead ... how to avoid disaster?

Maybe I know ... go back to bed ... to let that be the master

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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