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Crumbs From The Stars
Why do you search yourself somewhere else?
And leave people behind, does that make sense?
Aren’t your eyes the window through your soul?
And isn’t your tongue a spade that breaks your goal?
Your hands made to destroy the walls,
That stop your arms to dig a hole.
For a second, would you stop and just breathe?
To think and listen to your screaming heartbeat.
The brain is a pencil that needs to be sharpened,
A pencil is not sharpened if it’s not to be used.
The Earth is not yours, dear friend,
Water, air, fire and everything you enjoy will end.
Not even the things you bought,
Or the insects and the people you caught.
What’s the point of fighting
For the things you think you own?
If love itself is dying,
If not watered, will wither and will freeze in snow.
No doubt, the universe is like a vortex,
You don’t know tomorrow or what happens next.
Take a step once more.
Success won’t knock on your door.
And waiting for the day break isn’t a help,
Not even keeping a book on your shelf.
A beautiful thing is appreciated,
If it’s shown to the world; flaunted.
But displaying when you pray is not one,
You’ve got million good deeds to be done.
And when you’re outdoor talking to people
With different opinions and troubles,
Always remember that your tongue speaks
What your mind keeps.