Another Guru

Don’t preach to me about life as if you have all the answers.

Just another dime store guru, fresh out of nowhere, trying to get rich off the suffering of others.

Never seen a thing and too young to know –
life is just another animal seeking it’s next meal and we… oh we are all on the menue.

You understand nothing about where Im from, what paths I have tread and the condition of this soul that’s taken me there… and yet, try to answers to questions I’ve not asked.

You can hold your snakes’ tougue, that flips faster then your recollections for the pages you misquote.

Perpetually contradicting your own story, from one day to the next.

I see your bullshit a mile away.

Got eagle eyes out for the vanity and greed.

In your words you have no confidence, you feel no depth in the teachings of great men.

Yet you speek them… and visibly, I can see their impact has missed ignition in your consciousness.

Sad.

Just regurgitating condenced ‘chicken soup for the soul’ philosophies from a hollow that clearly has never been fed by a movement.

Do you do it just to hear yourself?

Do you sense how empty you look?

Are these the few fleeting seconds you feel awake before quickly passing back into shallow dreams of a dragon’s clutch?

You’re a puppet producing all the right words.

Mimicking great ideologies with the depth of dried puddle.

And you tremble, at your own shadow no less…

So I am left to wonder, what is there in your own shadow that scares you so much?

What wounds do you hide?

What parts of yourself do you leave rejected?

Your sins?

Your intentions?

Your deeds?

You tell your followers to stab holes in curtains of existence and banish their darkness… but you hide your own monsters dwelling there.

…And I am so mad I gave you space inside my head.