Fainted Breaths: But A Man
Who am I but a man
Showered with dreames,
These Waves of fantasy.
If wisdom is scarce in my soul,
I'm doomed to the abyss of the valley.
If discernment, humility
Are not in consistent communion with me.
I'd be a victim of my ambitions,
These fickle whims of my desires
Who am I but a man.

© fruitfulodyssey