Seed
poem by:
John Prophet
Written
on Sep 28, 2019
Wrapped in a reality. All that we know and understand. Ensconced in this seed. How we behave, what we believe, how we perceive. Born in this place wrapped tight where we are. Reflection of our soul. Opened our eyes and here we are. Not knowing how or why. Moving through, self righteous we become. Understanding nothing of the why of things. Pondering, self reflection lacking in our veins. Accepting all that is seen. Question. Question everything. Nothing is as it seems.
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Lef Turner commented on Oct 06, 2019 at 1:01am
Seems you've done it again old chap. Good on you.
