It's nothing that frightens me
This absence of youth
No longer can superstition
Impair my truth
Retired are my judgments
And the hypocrite relapse
No longer do I pretend to be
Chosen for such task
Yet the recommendation
Of discipline
Can hardly take hold
Without a heart of vanity
And a bullet proof soul
And the willingness to admit
What can't possibly be known...
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
It's nothing that frightens me
This absence of youth
No longer can superstition
Impair my truth
Retired are my judgments
And the hypocrite relapse
No longer do I pretend to be
Chosen for such task
Yet the recommendation
Of discipline
Can hardly take hold
Without a heart of vanity
And a bullet proof soul
And the willingness to admit
What can't possibly be known...
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