My mind stands with no hands
Although I want to grab everything in grasp
There’s freedom in the invitation of the peculiar,
For I collect lost souls at my dinner table
As closed mouths open up like Seashells roaring with the Ocean
Pulling dreams out of the gold mine,
And my mind creates a World full of jewels
If a person’s pocket filled with gold ever makes me jealous,
My soul shall utterly, in the most ugly ways, perish
Just like a precious jewel in the grit of materialism
Dying into the economy after it’s surface is polished
That precious jewel never stood a chance
I collect bubbling memories, not bulky things
Because my soul is limbless,
And I will not be taking any objects to Heaven
I’d rather focus on a World full of people
Instead of the World full of materials
For me, I always have two choices
Two different Worlds, the Spiritual or the material
And my mind may always stand with no hands,
So my soul reaches out for nothing but Love and Unity

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