Stored on the surface
Ecclesiastes 2:2
2 I said of partying, “It is folly,”
and of self-indulgent pleasure, “It accomplishes nothing!”
Surface
As I dig down deeper ... for what is stored on the surface?
Is it not that part of life ... I don’t want others to see?
The farther I go down ... the more I’m hauling up.
I am really quite a catch ... as others let me be.
I want to be unique ... possibly to be admired
swimming in a pool of sin with lots of folk like me.
The substance is so thick ... that it takes little effort
as I almost can walk on it ... in celebration with the “free”.
I can do what I want ... I love everybody
myself a little more ... well to be understood.
If I can’t love myself ... how can I love others?
Let me live by my wants ... it will be for your good.
Jan Wienen
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