There are only twenty four hours in
the day, yet you spend your time perfecting
the art of foolery by selecting
denial over truth. You are far more in
tune with a man who sleeps and wears thin
his opportunities while respecting
the false comforts of pride. It’s affecting
your steps and hindering your growth. Where in
your heart must I search to find the pieces
of your senses that you willfully have
decommissioned from your thoughts? What ceases
to fit has either grown or shriveled. Have
you not noticed the collapse of your heart
…the way it…fails to properly supply demands?
