Worth
One mark of worth
Is not paced by mirth
Decisions made, hastily tried
Stand still in this tide
Straddling the path alone
Within a group intoned
Never to search anew
Locked within what’s true
Seeing far inside a dream
Wonder is not what it seems
Pained vision strained too far
Uncover the senses that mar
A current carried into now
Drifted compliance in the vow
Sinking delusion holding high
Winding down ability to fly
Turn away from bright tomorrow
Embrace this comfortable sorrow
EaS
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