the good that is,
not a fool
that they are.
the bad that is,
cynical and risky,
the life i live.
trusting they do
and peace they have.
i wander
from tree to tree,
wings spread wide.
effort
my all,
a bit
of theirs.
chances,
my hands are full.
and i take
to the utmost,
with all abandon.
not caring
yet i know
i fear,
sooner or later
it covers
the self.
once true,
honest
good.
now marred
with shadows
of defeat,
restlessness
and uncertainty,
holding
to the remains
of [...]
