I often wonder if I'm doing
whe thing noble men would pursue
though the fear of imminent failure
pervades my waking moments.
the line between selflessness
and being taken advantage of
is so very thin it waves in the wake
of babies' breath as it slumbers
and prepares for a life of toil.
I want to live a life of victory
asking myself what men much
better and of surer foot than I
would perform when given a choice
that would shape the perception
of their moral standing and
constitution of will.
Second guessing every move
analyzing my mistakes with an
unforgiving eye and sinking wracked claws
into the middle of my quarry
the nimble and savvy animal
known to many as truth.
So I'll remain a narcissist
believing that everyone cares that
I dont care enough.