A Journey In Earnest
Incarnate grace that reaches not for fame
A subtlety of soul personified.
We masquerade our hopes as guilt and shame
Romanticizing chances never tried.
The rut exists because we groove the path
With sorrow undefined and poisoned seeds
We hide beneath the wings of aftermath
Still waiting for the world to grant our needs.
The great beyond becomes our jilted fate
A garden of incredulous terrain.
We stand along the lonely path and wait
For sympathy to cure our cultured bane.
Of all the pleasures damned along the way
To love yourself is first among the fray.
Incarnate grace that reaches not for fame
A subtlety of soul personified.
We masquerade our hopes as guilt and shame
Romanticizing chances never tried.
The rut exists because we groove the path
With sorrow undefined and poisoned seeds
We hide beneath the wings of aftermath
Still waiting for the world to grant our needs.
The great beyond becomes our jilted fate
A garden of incredulous terrain.
We stand along the lonely path and wait
For sympathy to cure our cultured bane.
Of all the pleasures damned along the way
To love yourself is first among the fray.