To be known is at the heart of a man.
With all his unconscious vigor, he longs
For others to count him worthy. The songs
They might sing of him, flames he'll surely fan.
Set in those very same coals, concurrently,
Is a pleading desire, a firm resolve
To hide his myriad sins, unabsolved,
Beneath the smoke of anonymity.
4 comments:
How true this is. I see it in both myself and in others. Well worded.
Thank you Matt.
Anonymity....or merely aliases?
NW, I'm not sure what you mean. Aliases?
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