The Ill Tempered Cavalier

My considered successes
Are not listed on my resume
No need to speak of my failures
I’m acutely aware of them

Expect withdrawal
From people, places and things
Time has no concern
As to when or why
It clipped your wings

The intrinsic value of the spirit
Is measured by its reverberations
Buried in the shadows
A bit of bitter love remains

First and foremost
One size does not fit all
Natural perversions
Will spring
From opinion outbursts

That is to say

We could walk around
Watching the tattooed clowns
Addicted to their phones
I’d rather stay home

Free from the world
Talk of how it used to be
Or plan for a future
We can no longer see