Monads

Diversity’s illusory,
For all who live share common fate:
We hurry through our harried lives
But find, at last, that we’re too late

The subject of our agony:
The pride that goes before a fall —
But we would rather live in fear
Than not think we’re
The center
Of it all

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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