However much I may observe
My life for matters worse or better
The permanent merits that I deserve
Were born from the aether bed of letters
Lancing the boil by throwing away
Amphibious pages they politely heard
I stripped bare my ruminative dressers
My brush thus crinkled from bone dry paint
Letters I folded from blasted steel
I had perfected a new technique
They were the bravest words to speak
Talking while I drank to faint
A written testament seemed the most real
Every role would find me too weak
I closed my world to a choking tomb
One day, after more sopping tries
To bury me further, I entered the room
And gave a letter explaining why
This time I was reaching out of the gloom
Of mirror gazing, it was about time I
Paused, for a moment at least,
To grow up and fill out the sleeves
That carried a weight I apparently sought
Well, great days are won not bought
By striding out and bidding the crowds
Welcome, I have here my total life
I will regale you my fortunes aloud
I will my treasure trove to you recite
I am the lead in my own epic flight
Dear sir, madam, I have made you proud.
@nepion_boreas17
