Not For Me

My life is a temple and forbids conceit My times confound and I retreat I engage the intricate, I choose to light my own candle Switch my comfort's will to depths I applaud I test my early morning trance, seek to conquer nights Decline to praise a jester and elect a lonely riddle My arms cradle mind prisms, reject nuance And reveal empty cravings... I open slights Insert purity And embrace tears sliding down broken realms My life belongs to me, as sure a weakened soul descends to rust, A slew of warts disguised as fad are simply not for me