They wish to blame their failures,
On someone that isn't there yet.
Someone who isn't officially their leader.
Someone who respects,
The sickness is being lifted to a fever pitch.
With none of it regarded as sensible,
To those of common sense.
The laughing has stopped.
Realities have cleared eyes.
And jaws are dropped.
The darkened days whispered approach,
Wrapped and attached to other people's business they are.
Like leeches sucking on fresh meat until the juice is gone...
To move on to await new bait unsuspecting what is behind,
Their false gins.
When is it time to defend one's beliefs?
Prior to preparing breakfast,
And having noonday snacks...
With the person relaxed enough,
A greatness that was...
And grossly depicted in myths.
With an embellishment done,
Throughout generations entertained by this!
Nothing regarding truth has been accepted.
Even as it stares them in the face,
It is rejected.
Do I regret anything I've done in my past?
Yes! Most certainly!
I regret I am not able to expose my eclectic interests,
Faster than I am able to live...
Have you had too much to drink?
When I said I enjoy the fresh approach,
You use to deliver realism to your artwork.
The lesson to be learned?
Forgiveness should be given.
It is not an act,
For anyone to earn.