Look upon the eyes of a
man unhappy, unheard
for he's no man but
a trying boy.

"I will not live to refine
mediocrity"

"potential will always afloat, but arrive only
through discipline"

I yearn chaos for virtue in the repeated
attempts at order; yet, yearn the failures
at these attempts just as well.

I want to be your hair.

Then I can just get tangled

and absorb the fresh air

and never have to care.

Because you will untangle and sometimes pattern and braid me.

And
within moments of pity,
pride, possession, avarice;

and still, moments must resentful,
lustful, arduous, close;

some great current, unmoved
unblunted, unweakened, unswerved,
remains aflow;

for common nearness, a bondless magnetism,  
abounds through within faith-constance,
ever-surmounting that sight or scent
there without.