Lacking the depth,
being of a will convoluted
Is that a must
to rise above the usual?
Flattened of affect,
sharpened of wit
Cutting through the conundrum
of being vulnerable by choice
Fog shrouding the mountain
Not a tree or silhouette
of its peak unmade
Climbing past confusion,
confidence a barter
made in bad faith.
Success seems lost
in the face of facile glee,
sincerity sold cheap.
Not worth leaving the oasis,
chasing what I already know
to be a mirage empty.
Nestled I am in zilch,
the most filling, fulfilling
of all quests, conquests.
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