I have been Noble
I have been Base.
I’ve been promiscuous
and I have been chaste.
I am proud
and I am vain
but I do shirk not
from others pain.
I am a flawed and weakened man
I am mortal after all.
I’ve put myself on a pedestal
only to fail, stumble and fall.
But each day I rise from bed
determined to make a change.
Striving in each to better myself
and earn my place upon the stage
So forgive me all my vanities
and my imperfect ways,
and cast aside the judgments
made against me in other days.
For I’ve listened to the ancient words
that were whispered by the Sage
and in thoughtful contemplation
I’ve written his wisdom upon my page
But I have found no insight of my own
with which to earn his praise.
So I strive to find the original thought
that still eludes my gaze.
The one creative impulse
that could change the land.
I feel it near, and it remains so close
yet is still beyond my hand.
