Hubris drove me, while callused hardened hands climbed up a mountain of only half of my design but ownership shall always be all mine, and mine alone for all time , for my mind is my own, and my feet followed the thoughts of many paths wrought with failings heaped upon failings echoing far back from time primordial.

As well did my tongue did wag, and my mouth did speak, with a smile did I ride the waves of pride, to seek rougish behaviors most unseemly with nary a thought to love’s insensitivities and slights, thinking I owned the world with but my charms and that it was always enough to just give a smile to wash the bile off me.

I once thought I had a conscience, until I tested it and found out I did not,

Not truly, until my world flew apart, over, an over, an over, an over, for it seemed the wanting of discipline, honor, and good behaviour didn’t go hand in hand when the soul of a man is weak, in trying to seek solace in a life he feels he deserves.

Oh pride, oh pride, oh pride! How does it divide us in twain!

I seek an esteem that may just be a dream, a dream that dwells deep within me,

Yet I still seek it. I still seek it

For my concsience calls to me from a great depth and I call to it, ever calling, and it seems to be rising, rising to meet me.

One day, one day it shall.