Encircle my ambitions and
make them flourish; my conscience is
my only home, and only time can nourish.
The stepping stones in my mind
fully focus on a dream:
Hollow vessels, each a soul
all of them redeemed.
Encircle my pride and
make it foolish; my conscience is
a mind of its own, and only lies can it cherish.
Linger in a clinged frenzy,
a life without a warmth,
a being travelling an undone course. |
Submission Name: Sojourn
