Substance

I once fell in love with an idea
But missed the substance
I often looked for faith in a Me that wasn’t honest
I found little
I attempted to draw beautiful works
Before I had talent to appreciate
Them
And I pondered questions
That had no merit
All of these brought about envy
Bewildered,I turned to pain
I saw it as an absolute
A constant
What I lacked was substance
A boy playing the man’s role
Leading a fools charge,
Cursing fear
With my fingers crossed
With out
Substance

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