Embrace the darkness to live in light
The insatiable me, known only to a rare few
Untamed to others who will never see
The world lived in, completely unhinged
Thriving on the misery it often brings
Out of control, but it’s theirs not mine
How could they know, can they not see?
What all should be, maybe they chose not to
But hiding behind rules that will not protect
Rules of others, not mine, born of neglect
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 