Death was promised
life was shrouded in mists
a mystery of all that is
makes it hard to resist
like children with candles making a wish
naïve to the fire, the burns and all the liars
closed eyes innocence of simplified ignorance
displayed in the ambitions of those held with significance
fighting fears of impotence rendering them insufficient
stimulated maintenance of the ambivalent polygamist
learnt fears of what will be missed
a child's plaything in all its magnificence
to their seeded version of grown omnipotence.
To the game I'll stay insolent
as a non-instrumentalist lyricist.