Growing...

It is as it has always been;
A world of woe
With hope shining bright
Inside the space between breaths...

I have sought to refine my thought
And to have a solid foundation
With which to build
Stately mansions upon.

It has worked this far;
This looking inwardly,
For my thoughts are much clearer
And my fantasy has settled.

Though I am still a man
Regardless of these changes
I don't ever forsee any end
To my deviant persuasion.

Alas for my closest
And most cherished of friends
Whose opinions of me
Must be interesting indeed!

I have tried to do right
And have mostly succeded
I can now only keep working,
To continue to grow.