Papier-mâché
One day you might find the truth
you have consistently failed to live up to
is not the truth at all.
The paradigm allotted to you,
bringer of such recurring misery,
is a mere construct of sticks and stems,
water-based glue and papier-mâché.
One day you might find that the celebrated elite
have led you so far from the mark,
so determinedly trekking in the wrong direction,
that the only heart-fitting course remaining for you
is to stop where you are; to be irrevocably left behind.
O child of God, get lost enough to find that Meher
has long ago taken you by the hand.
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