Savvy-self
Our lives are they really real
Like dew drops on leaves- crystal clear
Is meeting with time an obligation
And being in now more like a revelation
For everyday I build no wall
Or stitch no cloth , not work at all
But I slip like water
Sip my tea
And relish the time that's left to me
For Day and night I hear a voice
That calls out like a forest fire
The inside of me screams
For a deprived distressed desire
What value will wages weigh
When yourself knows not inner self
And every moment passes by
Without it having you to dwell
And you may know everything swell
Just your journey, you could've learnt it well.
Our lives are they really real
Like dew drops on leaves- crystal clear
Is meeting with time an obligation
And being in now more like a revelation
For everyday I build no wall
Or stitch no cloth , not work at all
But I slip like water
Sip my tea
And relish the time that's left to me
For Day and night I hear a voice
That calls out like a forest fire
The inside of me screams
For a deprived distressed desire
What value will wages weigh
When yourself knows not inner self
And every moment passes by
Without it having you to dwell
And you may know everything swell
Just your journey, you could've learnt it well.
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