XIV #1

How does a man know what his frail heart wants?
Or how should he act in times of trouble
Rest to one side, his thoughts are full of rants
Tainting his reason, bursting like bubble
Engaging in mental masturbation
Never ending skirmish with his weak mind
Savoring in his own conversation
Enamored with his ideas’ thin rind
Exhibiting infallibility
Lying to his soul of what the truth is
Airing out fallacious humility
In spite of all of these, he is in bliss
Zeal in himself will not ever weaken
As long as feeble soul is not shaken


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