choose sides, sure
but donβt try and tell us
your heart is really pure
the layers will go,
go and go,
deeply entrenched
by your ego
though itβs the digging,
itβs the depth,
at which you must find your βtruthβ
the journey there and back is true for sure
but how much of it was your own lure?
question me, heckle me,
what even is pure?
how can You know for sure?
when you can look
in your own reflection
when you can ingest
the darkness at your heel
when you can breathe
in the breath of your ancestors
you will know
you will be whole
you will roll
and roll and
roll
βͺοΈ
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