A liitle piece from a project I’m working on. Just felt like sharing.

The heart was fixed beyond what was promised, as the optimist believes dwindled before his eyes.

There was a bitter reality, the nay-sayer wasn’t left unburnt.

To reach for the price, men weighed their worth.

Away they were casted, one after the other.

At the end, only the keeper knew the penance.

He that knows his worth, knows it all.

He that knows it all, owns it all.

You know what you own, as I know my own.

:pohbdpoet

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