That wretched looking beggar...
That's you too...
Only known by an outside appearance...
Further inquiry is required...
Into the depths...
Of the mind of a young child...
One that is crying for attention...
One that yearns to be free...
Yet worries when feeling abandoned...
That's you too...
Not the image in the mirror...
But the lovely cup of tea brewed to perfection...
That sweet smell of baked goods in the air...
That ascetic on the roadside that shuns your coin...
And that little boy that was born paralyzed...
Further inquiry is required...
Into the those beautiful blue-green eyes...
The one's that yearn for love...
The ones that sing of poverty and tribulation...
And further into that hair matted in locks...
Those belonging to a man with poety in his soul...
Those belonging to a man with no belongings...
Only longings...
Sweet cravings...
To abandon shaving...
To abandon make-up...
To abandon austerity...
To break the mirror...
To abandon God and accept himself...
His only friend in the duty...
Further inquiry is required...
doM
