A question easily asked so simple in its way
Sticks in the mind and continually replays

Bringing with it a certain lightness
An arrogance sometimes lost
That for years has been the foundation
Of that which can’t be bought

It still maybe shaken and then wish to hide
But remains a true nature that will not be denied

Occasionally born from delusion
Felt but without right
Allowing lowered spirits to soar
And reach yet greater heights

When missing from demeanour it worries without need
As always it returns it could never truly leave

 

 

 

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