Prisoners of Our own Desire...

We reached for illusions believing them to be real hunger for more, the soul is meant to seek what’s true and just not really knowing the weight you’re trying to find We reached for illusions believing them to be real hunger for more, yet you don’t want to be chained to dust but wanting to be part of the process We reached for illusions believing them to be real hunger for more, the desire took its hold and men even mistook their cravings for treasures that are yet untold We reached for illusions believing them to be real hunger for more, this hunger was planted, not only for wisdom or for peace but always for more that would never appease… We shackled ourselves in the very chains that we thought would make us powerful like kings and queens, but for once the heart seems contented with warmth and the sunshine now we sought after things that we could never won We shackled ourselves in the very chains that we thought would make us powerful like kings and queens, greed is us like creeping vine, warping tight around our soul that squeezing out the virtue in us like consuming us a whole We shackled ourselves in the very chains that we thought would make us powerful like kings and queens, what was once enough now seems for far small but tighter like a man with mountains still reaching for all We shackled ourselves in the very chains that we thought would make us powerful like kings and queens, but ambition is like a force both noble and grim that can lift us to greatness or just make us grow with worth… We even built fragile empires but called this fortress of might where the soul is not to be imprisoned, we can lift the world into greatness or even make us also grow dim We even built fragile empires but called this fortress of might where the soul is not to be imprisoned, for when it is poisoned the spirit is wrecked like we constructed a world where numbers rule the day We even built fragile empires but called this fortress of might where the soul is not to be imprisoned, we even allowed to trade reason for endless demands until none of could decipher that chaos at hand We even built fragile empires but called this fortress of might where the soul is not to be imprisoned, when started as means soon become an end that hunger for wealth could outgrew with what it meant… We mistook foolishness for wisdom and let it lead us astray, what should have been choices turned into commands that we couldn’t even reject still we push ourselves to win We mistook foolishness for wisdom and let it lead us astray, could we have lost all our sense of control in these desperate goals if only we could look how we kneel before wealth and desire We mistook foolishness for wisdom and let it lead us astray, building our lives upon greed like it’s a burning fire, is it still what we want but now becomes a desperate need not to choose We mistook foolishness for wisdom and let it lead us astray, does it only blinds our eyes and clouds our view, but still this sickness of judgement led us astray and confused, sometimes made their spirits concede yet, within the madness, a choice still remains… Watchwords; There is still a way to cast off the chins and not to go astray To even seek what is lasting is to cherish not to go astray That hunger for wisdom is not silver and gold but power within us Just to cherish what’s priceless, and let virtue take hold

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Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*

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As and will always be reminding you to dream: *“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*