trying to make yourself something
apart from who you were made to be
is an endeavor fraught with frustration
and destined for dissatisfaction
it can only be false stuffed with false
trying to become more than we are
is an age-old occupation
impossible to achieve and
yet relentlessly pursued
a chasing after the wind
a dog chasing its tail
a unicorn as elusive
as it is intriguing
but how can any false self
no matter how impressive it is
replace the true self
the maker made us to be
how have we become convinced
that who we were made to be
is simply not good enough
how have we allowed the lies
to determine and define us
rather than the truth
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