And so, The true voice emerged, Out of worthless words, Blurted by the herds, Who claimed to care, But only shared, Whats left of a third, The equivalent of a turd, Compared to my worth, Disturbed, When I reversed the cycle of the absurd, To turn, And witness the stern, Of people who never earnt, Or learnt, What I originaly yearned, And now the back burns, The bums of those returned, To the place I place people, With dirt upon their shirts, And now I lurk the lakes, Where the ripples distort my face, Put in everything it takes, To learn from my mistakes,