The rain patters on your rooftop
beckoning you to sleep.
Safety from the downpour brings comfort despite
knowledge of what happens to those outside.

Revel in your comfort while others
become drenched by the remnants
of a past unexperienced.
Wet and cold, they will soon freeze.

Warm and cozy you are,
you won’t get out of your bed.
You have the means to build umbrellas,
but what incentive do you have?

Your safety is ensured,
no need for you to care.
You believe you deserve this roof
over your head, but it was built
on the backs of those fate did not spare.

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Pinnacle of life, we call
ourselves. Are we truly
that special? Or are
we just lucky inheritors?

Of course we are the greatest
if we use our own standards.
Our values reflect our state
of being subjective.

Look in a mirror and you see yourself.
Look in a moving pool and
you see yourself, but altered.
The senses are not still, they are flowing.
The reflection guides you to your ideal.

A reflection of yourself
is what you call perfection.
How egotistical. How else
can we measure ourselves?
What else needs to measure itself?

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Justin Bowen

Justin Bowen

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My name is Justin Bowen and I’m currently living in the state of Georgia in the United States. I’m interested in philosophy, history, psychology, and literature