I walk the earth and lift myself to sky
Filled with arrogance but least not with cowardice
Pride reins my leash,
Vanity commands each spoken word
Time passes and the day rusts into dust
The clay hardens to brick,
actions slip into habits
Good or bad is the debate of another day
Such is the way an individual is born.
Pride, arrogance and vanity
Over long time makes me hubris
‘Tis not till I transgress
That reality strikes me down to earth.
Esteem keeps me from accepting defeat
So I change and mold
I accept my wrong
Rain falls till the blackness is gone
The sky looks down
Searching
For a new star to adorn itself
And who does it choose? But the modest of all!
