Every lesson I’ve learned
Has come with expenditure
I’ve eaten
Of sorrow’s lurid fruits
I’ve wiped sweat and tears
From a shadow-woven visage
I’ve suffered
And in the nucleus of strife softened
I’ve worn the faces
Of countless women
And the shoes of fellow drifters
I’ve faced both mirror and metronome
With a resolve to live and become
I’ve wasted and cherished
Chased laughter through open fields
Loved as if gripped by contagion
Sinned and served
Morals for which no law
Need profess and for which no law
Could deter if I determined
The deed in circumstance just
For I have the sense to know
Without threat or damnation
The ethos which governs my soul
I know that rebellion is essential
When governing bodies oppress
That true peace conceals
Neither arsenal nor agenda
I have failed
Despite endeavor
And in failing
Surpassed limiting contractions
Like can’t and won’t
I have survived
With the inconsolable notion
That survival
Is not enough
I have struggled forward
Knees, elbows, nail beds
Unclean
Every triumph
No matter how infinitesimal
Stacked on a foundation
Which I have built