I do not pine for glory,
I suppose that makes no sense -
I cannot smile for flashing lights,
I cannot pull pretense.

I must keep all sanity intact.
I admit, I cannot compromise -
On anything that disturbs my peace,
Or brings sorrow to my eyes.

I fail to see what glory does,
That you, yourself, cannot achieve.
Within confines of your mind,
At rest and forever at ease.