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i have attained little
the commonest thing
this realization that every man has
if he has ever stood up
and looked with 2 eyes and 2 feet
that whatever you want from life
you make it yourself
fashioned from the clay at hand
thrown together from the parts
and pieces others toss aside
stripped from what the world is
we fashion something of our own
what fabulous foolishness all
where perfection reigns
we smear our patterned hand
and call the imperfection home
yet it is our heart that brings the truth
even to the worst we do
that hovel, that hut, that thirsty work
becomes the beast we slay
to find out where our freedom is
and realize another way
just who it is we are