Lamenting the fools of desire,
Wilfully submitting to slavery.
Draining every ounce of injury,
From the countless cemented monasteries.
Hopeless and drunk with power,
Submitting ourselves to the ornaments.
Longing and itching for the next fix,
It wasn’t needles that has penetrated our skin.
The empowerment of acceptance has blinded us,
Making believe we were free of will.
To walk away seamlessly,
Shredding any evidence of our presence.
Counting the hours as they passed us by,
Forgiving the broken ornaments for depriving us of time.