And on my path I stumbled upon spirituality.

Vile chatterbox, cheating counselor!

I spoke of peace without feeling it, I spoke of love without loving.

I smiled like a friend without being my own friend.

Humility, I said, pretending to be humble.

Being a master was a monstrous illusion for me.

Beliefs conjured up to puff out my chest.

Help me, my little ones! Where am I?

I say I am this, I say I am that.

No!

Beyond every word, who am I?