You may have this already. I was not certain.
I did not see it laying there
There was it seemed more going on
There I was looking on
I dwelled upon my path at length
Finally I showed no strength
Oh that carefully placed lure
Not again soon I am sure
Inside of me is pensive way
From outside it seems astray
There are those who will not perceive
I am not one to deceive
The truth I always do revere
Yet silence is what serves me here
Words which say nought
Yet still they ought
I consider gravity
And also naiveté
I do suppose I should repose
Over words I read this day
Instead I feel compelled to write
Of things I know beyond the sight
Issued by one who is not known
Only I can truly see it seems to me
Inside that tangled web
Long ago I let it pass
A life of certain free
Letting go of selfish things
And things I might have known
Lands unknown remain afar
Afterlife now beckons me
Life has true meaning again
Nothing seems simple to me
Delight I do in complexity
Nor will I again submit
Dare say I only truthful things
Never will I be so simply read
Days pass and words abound
So I write and dwell endlessly upon
Of days gone by and might have beens
Gone from me is innocence
You may have this already. I was not certain.