It was never that my old ways
Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me
Materially
They could get me whatever I wanted
But sooner or later, the rip tide comes
Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand
The sobs seemed unending
Grief
The force of it all nearly killed me
These poor souls, and who was I to parade
Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?
I started to want different things
Things I was so unfamiliar with
I almost gave up, gave in to the madness
Almost handed my soul to the devil
Because I thought he deserved it
And I deserved him
But then, I stood up
Sometimes with such vague conviction
That this time, from here on out
I would never let another difficulty
Stop me
I would help
Those who need me