With the years not yet lived
  to determine what’s right

You fake it with documents
  that block out the light

With experience weak,
  and its lessons still thin

Your words only scold
  venting anger within

What you want is in sight
  though beyond your best reach

And the trophy you hunt
  lost in dreams where you weep

But your tears leave a trail
  and your anger a sign

For the truth to reach out
  —and whose words you will find

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)