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.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
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.
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