What of those cowardly doldrums to which I relied,
Identity defining fulcrums I felt I must abide?
What of a person, compels them to oblige,
Refining fear and placing all their faith aside?
Must I be exemplary when they finally stem the tide?
Haunted by the memories of every faulty stride,
Knowing that I'll never be... perfection...
even if I tried,
As if the failure lessened me
with damage to my pride.
Despite this insanity I go forth unafraid,
Be gone needless vanity!
by which I am dismayed,
I've been granted amnesty
to the deception of your crusade
For there’s strength in my humanity
Stubbornly refusing to wither or to fade.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
What of those cowardly doldrums to which I relied,
Identity defining fulcrums I felt I must abide?
What of a person, compels them to oblige,
Refining fear and placing all their faith aside?
Must I be exemplary when they finally stem the tide?
Haunted by the memories of every faulty stride,
Knowing that I'll never be... perfection...
even if I tried,
As if the failure lessened me
with damage to my pride.
Despite this insanity I go forth unafraid,
Be gone needless vanity!
by which I am dismayed,
I've been granted amnesty
to the deception of your crusade
For there’s strength in my humanity
Stubbornly refusing to wither or to fade.
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