look out from the inside,
position your eyes
in the direction of the guile,
confront the deceit;

you know it knows you well. . .

think of all the incidents
when all you thought about was

"me"

        "myself"

                     and "mine all mine"

then consider your talents. . .

flip throughout chisled tablets of history,
come to the understanding that
your life comes with no warrantees,
no promises kept; no pie in the sky;

. . .so know this truth and mind it well

You did not birth yourself!

© 2005 cynth’ya lewis reed

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