I’m not the worst by the fact
that the flux is my up
or the down on some days
lending hope to my dismay
foundation set on moving sand
yellow, black, crimson red
any one may be my fate
card are set on table’s face.
In one moment I’ve filled with glee
ecstasy on mountain’s peak
where the air is so rare
breaths are stolen, not supplied
then the valleys embrace their kin
I’m not enough, a human wreck
where I subsist below the plane
of excellence pursued by man.
Disappointment becomes my kin
a shadow cast from my feet
following where I choose to walk
seeking greatness beyond myself
still I know that harsh decrees
are not what I should pursue
lest the trap is sprung inside
confidence cast upon the rocks.
All the gold and kingdoms laid
at my feet by Lord of Lies
ego’s need to stay above
when failure flirts with fame’s delight
enough is gauged on Satan’s scale
a soul is lost for the world gained
the brass ring will tarnish soon
acceptance brings balm of grace.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171214.