Look around! what a hilarious spectacle!
All roaming with masks of glamour clutched by fear's tentacle,
What a fool I was to desire for more thinking they have lots,
Look! aha! searching for something to fill these empty pots!
Jumping from person to person, one place to another,
looking for that which can never be found, why even bother,
Who are you to tell me what to do, you yourself roam lost,
Who am I to tell me what to do, I myself unaware of the cost,
I see the vessel god gave you, the one you decorate,
Inside what is it? A soul unknown seeming desperate,
Oh, alas! they do not love me, who are they?
Oh, alas! I look at what I am, who are thee?
Empty vessels! nothing more, why shall one feel small in front of those,
Wait! I, an empty vessel too, can be filled by anything I desire, who knows,
Love, hate, happiness, or nothing... nothing...
What is in me? what am I? What is my value? What do I have? nothing... nothing...
Fools impressed by these empty vessels, closer they look, all they show gone in an instant,
Why shall I put the price of peace on a destination unknown and distant...
Who has it all out here, what is there to have? What is there to lose?
It is your life, whatever little part of it in your hands, you can wisely choose.
Don't look at them, don't listen to them, why desire their blessing,
You have your own to cherish, what is the point of this sorrow, this meaningless stressing,
You cannot stop time, cannot tell the wind not to blow,
But you can refrain from glorifying empty vessels put for show...
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