e4 Your procession begins again With grandeur and pomp in your hands. "Audentes Fortuna iuvat," You tried to help me understand, g5 But my response is cold—away From the lessons you taught my heart, Nesting rimside on the whiskey, Masquerading numbness as art. Ne3 You support yourself and taunt me With the confidence it takes to leave. I cannot refuse. Instead, I Build the truth on what I believe, f5 And with all my fight I augur Each to each their own misgivings. I plot out the course; I gamble My future and all of my livings Qh5# Against your honest impulses, My devotion is but blindness. I was not a competitor, Simply a temporary kindness.