I,
need nothing.
For,
need I not,
even breath.
Need I not,
the simplicity of each step.
Need I,
only thought.
Only,
pure contemplation.
For,
what be reason,
to be this breathing being?
What,
be reason to care?
Reason,
to be?
What,
be reason for anything,
externally?
Alter,
the mind,
the body.
Be not,
tethered to these silly beings,
which believe.
These,
regurgitating beings.
These,
which care not,
about their humanity.
Which,
becomes nothing.
Nothing,
at all.
I,
shall never understand,
such.
Shall,
never comprehend why these beings,
exist such as this.
Why,
they need this,
external existence.
Why,
such is their,
everything.
Be them,
dying for such.
Dying,
for want.
Dying,
to be seen,
noticed.
For,
these beings die,
simply to be deemed,
important...
©yungb123
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