In the middle of my life, I awakened
My soul smelled of leather and brittle grass
Sun dried by loitering and simple inattention

The unseen currents from years of self absolution,
Trifling in each instance, but powerful when joined
Had secretly pushed me out to sea

How pitiful
To be convicted by mere common sense
Sent to stand in front of the jury in the mirror

How alarming
To come face to face
With the lazy liar that had stolen so much

But, the hour was still early enough
Darkness had not yet come and
There was still time to make for the distant shore

Across the vast expanse of gathering waves
Buried in the muffled voice of ever approaching night
Drifts the wise warning…

Be careful what you feed your heart
It cannot be un-eaten