You are important to yourself because
of what you feel. Because to you, you are
your Universe
There is no vice so simple but assumes
some mark of virtue on its outward parts.
The world is still deceived by ornament,
by hearts as false as sand, by promises
forsworn, by law corrupt when seasoned with
a gracious voice obscuring dark intent.
This vanity of flesh and blood called Man!
Why must I hold a candle to my shame
when every fool can play upon a word?
deceived by pious ornament
whose hearts are all as false as stairs of sand
to roll beneath the weight of certainty.
of what you feel. Because to you, you are
your Universe
There is no vice so simple but assumes
some mark of virtue on its outward parts.
The world is still deceived by ornament,
by hearts as false as sand, by promises
forsworn, by law corrupt when seasoned with
a gracious voice obscuring dark intent.
This vanity of flesh and blood called Man!
Why must I hold a candle to my shame
when every fool can play upon a word?
deceived by pious ornament
whose hearts are all as false as stairs of sand
to roll beneath the weight of certainty.