Against my self and soul - a crime
Of wasting talents of my mind
Avoiding truth, denying sign
Restricting signals from divine
My health in shambles and decline
From years in fear and on sidelines
For this I pay a fee and fine
I think exclusively in rhyme
Compelled to spell where I'm behind
To make up for this missing time
My wish, just this: through it to find
My counterpart and kindred kind
