Nothing makes us weaker than the hunger to seem strong, but nothing feeds a starving mind with applause that can shape your brittle heart that can easily turn into stone
Nothing makes us weaker than the hunger to seem strong, for praise are like golden chains craving the eyes of others to thirst for hollow cheers that leaves our ego lifted
Nothing makes us weaker than the hunger to seem strong, that quenching thirst from those hollow cheers, letting the world decide our worth and even amplify our fears…
Nothing clouds the mind like illusion of mastery and one’s own greatness, deaf to wisdom’s call is the last of our priority, we’re stuck with knowledge and hollow convinced that we’re supreme
Nothing clouds the mind like illusion of mastery and one’s own greatness, beneath the truth that we’re buried deep onto our fragile dream that chains our ignorance to grow attached
Nothing clouds the mind like the illusion of mastery and one’s own greatness, for those who think they’ve conquered all will never seek the light but the ones who question, unless for those who humbly ask…
Nothing rot the soul like fear of being wrong that test to break, the mind that never question, the lips that never yield shields their pride like a fool that wears a scholar’s robe that holds a heavy book
Nothing rot the soul like fear of being wrong that test to break, in order to grow we must admit the cracks we had once, the gaps we don’t see even when ego fights with tooth and nail to keep us away with the reality
Nothing rots the soul like fear of being wrong that tests to break, in arrogance defends itself and lets no knowledge in like a perfect man with the flawless mind, the genius always upright standing tall…
Nothings shapes the wise like the art of staying humble fought daily as the war against the self, one day will come we’ve conquered it and the next it grows anew as it whispers again in gentler tones
Nothings shapes the wise like the art of staying humble fought daily as the war against the self, one road is smooth and paved with pride then the other filled with pain but to choose to doubt, to choose to fall, to choose and face our flaws, and walk the humbler path will always find us the greatest prize…
Let us wake up and let us fight and let us cast aside pride
Then ego through strikes us down, never will take our place
Yet id we seek, if we endure, if we accept the fall or may choose to heed our call
To rise, to kneel, to learn with humility, for those who see their facts can cast the pride away
