Identity's Truth

Remembering the strands that fell Rooted in the thought that vanity would be insanity A failed attempt seen through photons Not even the might of the concept could rid the despair As appeal dove further, death teased tangibility. Sacrifices were made, images were lost Reinvention became an aspiration; commitment, an opposition Relationships concluded with responses never realised A stalemate was bound, idealism overwhelmed action Words stopped flowing, ink could not find a way beyond. Costs became measured, pleasures against priorities Values spoken too often neglected, gaining attention Balance edging, trade-offs made Indulgences steep, guilt-filled purchases relieved Success could have been had, if only clarity was grasped. Acquaintances soared, friends were few Growth was seen as a choice, no longer circumstance 'Laughs' were inhibition to fertile opportunities Seriousness became possessive, humor was unheard Mental stimulation thought, interest never piqued. Letting go saw material shed Comfort in a cushion, subject to hours A pursuit of peace, eternity if permitted Regret was cumulative, parting left pieces undone Identity a possibility, that withered without a bloom.