You think you’re all that. You’re not.
Better than me? You’re not.
You think you’ve done it, made it, won it. You’ve not.
You shove and barge and worm.
You want, you take.
Who do you think you are?
What do you think you’ve got?
Venom in your blood.
Try to smile your ‘pride smile’ now, my friend.
You should have asked, seeked, knocked.
Come, let go of all you got.
Drop it and pass through to life,
Walk in abandon to, life.
Then, see what you’ve got,
See all you are; not what you’re not.