I ask myself, with an anxious ache, how I
Shall fare in sped headwinds,
Uncertainty hidden in certainty reveals itself,
in hours of doubts and terrors twinned.
With honesty, I've met each truth,
What I know, I've tried to share.
But not in all, a true friend,
is found who doesn't pretend to care.
Around me lie the unprincipled masks,
I'm seen as a means to their selfish end.
Balance is rarely seen: first use, then ghosting;
Self-righteous logic is easy to bend.
Avatars I counted as unfair fare
Freeloaders, fraudsters, and fabricators are three.
I find myself alone, pensive in grief,
reflecting on what I couldn't see.
Wondering and wandering I've not
found kindness that still exists,
If love is real or just a fleeting belief,
where only greed and hatred persist.
Yet still I hope, and I hold onto hope.
One day, a light in the darkness will shine.
With rational thoughts and acts of grace,
And all the good in men will align.
My two cent: Never get complacent,
to be that spark, a hope for light.
To dispel the darkness and the damp,
Usher a world kind, baroque and bright.
And I'll not be weary on my way,
Purpose, love and truth to fill.
And through change, winds may sway,
Get the fields ready for a till.
My ground, not unyielding or aloof,
And with consensus and goodwill.
What is right, and the good will persist,
A new hope I hope will fill.
