Emotional Bloat
Arrogant souls,
blinded by your self-centeredness,
muted by your self-proudness.
Constantly seeking for the deeper core of existence,
unstopabbly lecturing every other being,
as if they were of demeaning creatures than you.
Is it satisfying, then?
Does it make you feel like a better being?
Counting stars, rising bars..
Theorizing every single little detail..
of every single little thing.
A single bead of sand
tries to write down the history of sea’s creation.
One single microbe
wants to measure and oversee the size of the whole universe.
You always analyse the mysteries
and tragedies of outside issues
but you never embrace the true joy inside.
At the end of your years
you’re left alone,
unloved, unmissed, unimportant.
JK
