morals

[cacian]

I am never far
from love
and yet it casts my
worth
just like a word
it sharps and hurts
I am not so sure
it's me or whether
that's me it,
I simply hold no
truth
no meaning and no
proof,
I seek to please
but then I crease
I have no lease
to climb and seize
to be my sin
in case I fall and must deplore,
I lose on moral grounds
they mean nothing profound
without a sin
the ring of thin
my sympathy and realm
is wind,
I see nothing
my eyes meddle for wise,
I am the lies
the human trise
I know of no other
myself is my sever
alone to pry and ply