I derail humanity
With dormant words
Overrun and battered
By the treads of many before

Tattered roads
Run hopelessly
Unresolved

In each verse I spawn
By the hasty labor
Of a quill’s lightening edge

My words
So seldom stray
For the waiting coils
Of fondness and favor

For they hold no bounty
No truth-bearing cause
To be firmly held
Or greatly revered