martes, 14 de septiembre de 2010

$7.25 p/h II (Sweat and Humility)

I'm exhausted, tired and dirty.
My feet ache.
My ego is bruised.

Still,
I feel alive...

I'm scared, ashamed and lost.
My hands ache.
My 'being' is numb.

Still,
I feel strong...

I'm weird, foreign and strange.

I find myself blinded by the glare of reality;
too much time spent amidst a dark self indulgence,
narcissistic contemplation.

Too much bullshit...

The sweat drop in my eye tames the violence of the light.

The sweat drenched shirt drops my ego to its knees.

My humbled ego gains a new perspective.
The phenomenon is refreshed.