Retrospective Cliche

The pride of life is not humbling grace My absolute best I have not reached it yet Painting the cover art before reading the novel You judge to become a cliche I would not To be well known yet misunderstood when the apple tree falls in a river A seed can sail far away Pleasing everyone will not kill you Grow stronger The green grass will fade standing on it It is not! It is all seeing despite imperfections My ignorance will never be bliss Maybe in war but not love Truth is as free as freedom Liberty is worth the critic