But
Virtuous Guile
I dwell
in the past because it’s warm and vast
No tears
jeer at me because they’re long gone
And the
future back then, I know, because it’s here
Choices I
make, the steps I take, the determination of now
Move a
hand left or right, in that instant like the butterfly’s wings
I hear
the thunder and the wind whooshes and sings
I’m the
arrowhead on a vector in flight
I’m taken
as in destiny’s might
May I
regret or wish anew?
A new
past or differently redo is a fantasy in air
I won’t
participate in that pointless dare
Look into
the mirror and see my stare
Its moral
cowards that blame another
I’m kind
to myself for ‘twas all done virtuously
Seeing
innocence in me allows being naïve
So I’m
not suspicious or cynical, seeing others
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