in melancholic countenance i gaze at the icon with impatience me staring back at me in the mirror wishing i had been sincerer terse adage philosophy ring in my mind am caught between two stools stay or hide, guilt gnaws my conscience nibbling away my mask of innocence having made my bed i now had to lay on it tardy it was when i comprehended having stature didn't requisitely mean my age was more propounded than my dad's but here i am today yowling over spilled milk growing up beneath my parent's shadow familiarity had sired contempt and the spirit of adventure had me convinced the grass is invariably greener on the other side of knoll precipitately i plunged into the mucks of this world ceasing to recall the wise had muttered you can't fabricate bricks in omission of straw all i reflected was that fortunes favors the bold dauntlessly i ventured and swayed away from morals the world bountifully vouchsafed into my disposal bird who had corresponding feather and together we flocked as the hungry earth swallowed us in it's pleasures a fool i was to test the depth of water with both feet after the foolish ordeals remorse ensued i had the will to change and a way could be found i decided not to look at where i fell but where i slipped since i never wished to be that simpleton who gained ascertainment when players dispersed i couldn't dawdle no more or else i would miss the water long after the well dried i became the squeaky wheel and sure enough i was greased though i plundered my life penitence is not a solution because you cant make an omellete without breaking a few eggs sometimes going gets tough but tough gets going i learnt that between the devil and the deep sea discretion is the best part of valor... i live with the knowledge of the wise men illuminating my ways and checking on my morals