At some point,
promises given out…weigh greater than…the ones kept.
The heft of diminishing worlds…overwhelm delicate scales of time.
An eternity of missteps…lost in tall pines.
Stockpiles of contrasting beauty…yet, no apparent sign.
I frequent my primitive vows.
Though they have snapped and rotted…
Cracked and shattered…
Receding over the years.
Bare and illegible, I must own my incomplete ‘why’!
Seek it out under azure skies.
For without ownership,
I am but a false warrior.
With a fistful of lies.