Shallow

A rippling reflection, startled waters An image to capture, searching for a caption Generational gaps pronounced, the margins denounce Disquiet often lands in silence On a path lit by the lonely. Ambling in circles, for lack of more apt phrasing Direction always persuasive, sincerity dissolved in repetition Being a leader succeeds, only when soles follow Dishonesty offers plenty to share At the expense of a conscience, weaving a noose. Searching for floods, to keep buoyancy at bay Waves are preferred, to stillness with no turn A listener to the eye, a filter before each canal Maybe playing roles, would be a reversion To a being, that relished reality, for its audience. Isolating an existence, through another page The chapters should be paced, but despair devours Addiction finds substitute, temporarily without trigger Capitulation, inches away, and maybe The truth might free, only for judging eyes, to bar. Dangling at cliffs' edges, falling to imbalance Cushioned by understanding, of unkempt relations Gratitude returns feathers, a meagre attempt at restoration Apologies could cure, but sincerity Would imbue acceptance, shallowing every depth.