The gentle disgrace
Of wonder
Belittles none
As our days
Speak for themselves
Truth
Full of itself
Is all around
Ready to be traded
For personal
Glory
It's not a sad
Story
But it brings tears
To my eyes
Because
Of what it meant
To us
And some
Sacrifice
As others
Resent
The choices they made
True glory
Is not in any of us
I won't repeat the story
This wasn't given to me
Because to those who sacrifice
See what's happening around them
their reasoning
Continues
Outside the boundaries
Of what is thought about them
Of what we know so well
We can't avoid our destiny
And that doubt
Will only delay
The game
Well it feels like
That's about as delayed as
Could be
Trite
The surrounding
Fills me
As I worry
About the wonder
The gentle disgrace
Of lost inhibitions
Something we couldn't keep
Now I feel light
Because I let go
The circle of life completes
Itself
Can you see
Us hanging onto
Judgements
While our minds
Decay
Like all our creations
Suspended
As the wonders of the world
Are no longer
Worried about
Happiness
Brings it's own rewards
Stuck in the mud
Of delusions
About the game
About all of us
Welcome to
The dream
The dream survives
On seeds of wonder
Traces of regret
Oh the subtlety
Of blowing smoke
To the heavens
Popularly known
As an opinion
Held in a mind
Beset by it's options
And then it happens by itself
A path of choices
Given way
To a spectacle
Of personal glory
We found a story of our own
Separating us
By our swelled
Heads
Passing by
The faith
Of openness
To the wonder
So it doesnt become
A simple lie
A wasted life
Precious to itself
And no one else
That's the price we pay
For the swollen pride
Like a pregnancy
Of attachment
A swelling defeated only by the birth
Of satisfaction
Lighting our world
With the open
Mistakes we made
So be it
I say
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