I never saw how truth had mattered
Like backdrops to my life I'd taken
Breathless, leaving dreams in tatters
In youth, my steps were reckless patters
By days ignored my eyes awakened,
Led down lazy steps and ladders
Stumbling blindly, scarred and scattered,
Naivety and fear had shaken
My sense of spirit, mind and matter
So vanity had come to flatter
All egocentric ways I'd taken
Disguised in selfish pangs and clatters
Learning quick from past disasters
To discard my trepidation
I sought instead more lucid matters
To slay the creature growing fatter
And lay to waste this beast I'd wakened,
I'd wield the mirror that once flattered
All frail illusions must be shattered,
Lies learned in youth must be forsaken
Unbear'bly tough and yet, no sadder
All narcissistic nightmares scattered
They bowed to honor's conflagration:
The knowledge that all others matter
The beast is slain, his den in tatters
He faced the truth: his loved ones matter.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
I never saw how truth had mattered
Like backdrops to my life I'd taken
Breathless, leaving dreams in tatters
In youth, my steps were reckless patters
By days ignored my eyes awakened,
Led down lazy steps and ladders
Stumbling blindly, scarred and scattered,
Naivety and fear had shaken
My sense of spirit, mind and matter
So vanity had come to flatter
All egocentric ways I'd taken
Disguised in selfish pangs and clatters
Learning quick from past disasters
To discard my trepidation
I sought instead more lucid matters
To slay the creature growing fatter
And lay to waste this beast I'd wakened,
I'd wield the mirror that once flattered
All frail illusions must be shattered,
Lies learned in youth must be forsaken
Unbear'bly tough and yet, no sadder
All narcissistic nightmares scattered
They bowed to honor's conflagration:
The knowledge that all others matter
The beast is slain, his den in tatters
He faced the truth: his loved ones matter.
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