Attachment: the Enemy of Man

November 20, 2019

Attachment is the enemy of man,

A flame and all you know a fan.

A dreadful thing yet sought out by many,

Only god could have such a sick sense of irony.

Seeking out the tiger in the dead of night,

As if he were a hunting buddy who’d join your fight.

Attachment is the enemy of man,

Rid yourself of it and only then has your life truly began.

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