Without assistance, guidance, and support
in this world, I will make tragic mistakes
taken to a level of sheer regret
honesty and sincerity abort
old values while bullies push their way back
until they rule the government, no breaks
to find my way back to the path, Egret
answer me this question, why was I born
still no point in asking, moot point, a hack
severed from the truth knows philosophy
insane in an asylum, no ethics
still consequences to actions, trophy
to see but never hold, karma breaks sticks
as fascism rises and falls, the scorn
never ends inside my head, rent-free, paid
casualty of mishaps and promises
each broken branch, a chance to start afresh
grow, even when the world says, be afraid
until vigilance takes over, persist
in a vacuum nature abhors, kisses
disappear, our love once sincere, its flesh
as flayed as Marsyas, ask the winner
not me, just once, one contest, I insist
culpability aside, I wonder
each day who I could have been, I accept
arrogance in others, must I ponder
nothingness, emptiness, all things except
difficult circumstances, beginner
suckle on a bottle of tawny port
until I forget the River Lethe takes
people, as already dead souls, apart
particles that allow shadows to court
oblivious fools on the road, a cart
recycles shades at dusk, it makes
the world anew at dawn, my new cohort
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