Pretence of being perceived, rightly
Notion of becoming notorious about how the devil dances.
You don't need to search-just look at yourself in the mirror.
See, your footsteps turning every corner. A sprint, a jagged footstep. Hiding behind, an "elegant" tip-tap on the floor.
See yourself seeing; see yourself hiding; wearing the shoes just because it fits. What a modern day moggot-ey cinderella!
Sophisticated death
Ideas of yourself, ideas of others. You count of others; but remain reverent of yourself?
Chuckles
Truthful, you call yourself but can you digest being told the truth?
You’ve been dancing with the idea of being "the one who becomes the path" for so long that it’s become your identity. And maybe it’s time to ask:
Are you still walking, or just admiring your own footprints in the dust?
You want spiritual clarity? Detach from the performance of being spiritual.
You want peace? Stop romanticizing the ache.
You want truth? Stop collecting phrases like badges and start living like you’re ready to lose everything you think makes you special.
Stop thinking that your sadness makes you superior; it just makes you slow. Slow to realise, that you're the one who's causing their own perish.
And then writing poetry so someone can crown it.
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