Compensate my foolish pride
As time speeds past in mirth
Clutching straws to forge a path
Throughout this tainted earth
Bestill my pounding apathy
For I no longer care not to care
Resoundingly I am drowning
Craving intellectual air
Throughout this age of consequence
I contemplate a thought of thought
Who am I to dare to try?
To figure this life out
Well listen as I tell you
For I’m just another man
At times I can feel selfish
Just as any other can
Though I attempt to choose to be
The hardest thing of all
A man of honour, regardless
If that means I am destined to fall
1 comments:
Good poem!
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