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It’s always the same story.

Everyone hears it.

No one admits it.

You are not alone, my brother.

You raise a skyscraper

with a snap of your fingers

but you never built

a single room of mercy

inside your heart.

You wear authority like armor.

You baptize greed as power.

You name the disease “success.”

Where are you going like this?

Time will outlive your name.

Earth will equalize your weight.

You and I

we meet again

as dust.

You’ll say

“I won’t rot in ordinary wood.

I’ll sleep wrapped in gold,

buried beneath applause.”

Tell me

what soil will accept you?

What fire will recognize your rank?

Brother

I will take your

Mini Cooper.

The mountain does not answer.

The lake does not applaud.

The window only reflects

a man

running out of language.

Take the key.

Your words broke something

I thought was permanent.

I own more cars than memories.

Choose one.

And come back.

You speak the language

my money never learned.