Simpler
I remember the times when life seemed simpler; yet some ordinances by life itself they say care;
yes! we did indulge the so-called pertinent ordinances, but only more could it demand.
In the times, did we injure?
Were we unfaithful?
oh the horror, the lingering pain that comes with our tries.
Shall i not tarry wherefore with the times?
Shall i not toss aside the weights that grow off nothingness?
i shall not stall yet.
For the wounds of honor are self-inflicted.