Culpable

An unknown man fled across the hill

and I (unwittingly) followed him.

There’s no place to hide

when you’re running out of time.

 

The man said what I did not want to hear.

He confirmed my deepest fear:

Fear of what I’m, fear of my own lies,

fear of what I know but can not prove with my eyes.

 

Where the hell is moral,

where the knight left his lance,

when you play with  someone

who sincerely dance?

 

Now I will live forever under the shadow of being

what I did not want to be.

The reason why I’m not brave,

the reason why I could not behave.

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