Vanity Has No Flooring Beneath One's Feet. Poem by Michael Gale

You say that 'Vanity has no flooring under your feet? '...
You'd rather be snoring while entranced under a spell of defeat?

Your chair is basically made of guilt and sorrow? ...
You might not wish to live for the 'morrow?

You sometimes as often enjoy reading about a 'Raven'? ...
Do you ignorantly assume that others think of you as a disillusioned person who believes that everybody needs savin'? .

When you will next have a seat...
Your chair will crumble and break beneath it's most heavy heart of often felt feelings of self defeat.

Then, and only then, will you realize...
You can no longer hide behind the wall of protected lies-
That you keep telling yourself.

You then will be begging for the help of someone else...
You will become dependant on others as well.

Then your new chair of confidence will be rebuilt out of a more sturdier would...
For you well have could have or would.