Sunday, May 3, 2020

Unquestioned Conditioning.

The fruits that come,
From my hard work,
Must be borne,
From that work itself.

The joy that comes,
From living life,
Must be ultimately,
For myself.

How conditioned,
We have become,
Since the beginning,
A norm so unquestioned.

An innate desire,
To do what I want,
Master of my life,
Second to none.

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