integrity, abandoned

how do you get back to a place
you’ve never been?
how do you find something inside yourself
that’s never really been there?

across the empty diamond,
a breeze was blowing, gentle and serene.
the day was one of roaming
and wondering at the autumn i had seen —

then, sounding like my father,
a voice said “keep your promises, be true:
for men are good for nothing,
unless the things they say match what they do.”

the struggle’s real, and pressing,
the choice between the ideal and the urge —
no emptiness so deep
integrity, abandoned

in the search

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