Artificial
Philippians 2:3
3 Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself.
Artificial
What part of me, is really me?
Who am I in reality?
Am I the one who speaks the Truth
or just another fatality?
Am I at times without guile
who offends my neighbors?
Or am I the hypocrite
who hides behind forced labor?
Am I the one, who stands tall
a simple truth proclaiming?
Or the one, who crawls and hides
when trouble comes to tame me?
Am I such a part of me so that
contradictions walk hand in hand
and to separate me from self
in vagueness that cannot stand?
Jan Wienen
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