Who is he who looks
To this world and its trinkets, to try
To distract or satisfy
His weary soul, And appease his ravenous eye?
The same one who rejects truths for comfortable lies…
He is not one who is wise
Who is he who allows the compass of his soul
To be swayed by the judgments of his peers
Though no wiser than he,
No more accomplished in years?
Misguided through youth by ephemeral ties…
He is not one who is wise
Who is he who disregards the soul
Never looking beyond what is seen with eyes?
Living for his body’s hungers
Which are as ceaseless as skies
Running to and fro in search of a natural things that satisfies?
...He is not one who is wise.
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