Myths and stories seem
The only means that explain yet enable
This madness
This resolute conformity to it
If only the writers knew
The havoc their works would wreck
Would they have shunned their craft?
Or pledged to never stray with words?
Vain strivings
Reason to wonder to myth
Is a journey of elaborate embellishments
And would affect humble beginnings alike
Nobody wants to die for reason
It is not a glorious death
Be liberal and free with words
Restraint is a quality
That demands prerequisites
And much sacrifice
You are not your master yet
So be liberal
Pour and then stray without care
And various combinations will arise
As you conjure meanings
And then pick the wrong one
The most dazzling trick of them all
And bloat and beam as others
Applaud your mediocrity
Ashamed of theirs
There is nothing wrong
The process is such
False beliefs are important
Even if just to reach higher
And then look down with contempt
At what you were
A True Sentence 