Modesty
There they stood stuck; not unable to move.
Eyes wander; lids squint 'til closed.
Again eyes wander for that place desired to be is found.
Something somewhere will arise to them, and it’s emphasis will be so grand.
This spot where they stand will stay, while their body will move.
And yet, the capacity of their self worth is shrewd.
A look of the 'want’ and a look of the 'self’
Modesty their evil lord keep them captive
A look of the 'self’ one last time,
convince they stop and stand again.
(2013)
