The Despair of Man

At any given moment

I can feel my thoughts so acutely

That any attempted at co-habitation 

Is merely the extent of idealism

Truth

Is what is expected

At night when the lights are out

When there is nothing else under the sun

But not tonight

Every passing second

I see my queue of thoughts

Though speaking them publicly

Is naught but a dream

Duty

Is currently needed

During times of anarchy

At which point all have forsaken the cause

Yet not this time

With every tick of the clock

I know of my thoughts desired rebellion

To have them crawl above the surface forged of bone

Is simply just a beautiful dellusion 

Courage

Is the desired

In moments of sheer terror

When the sun has been blotted out

But not tonight

While the seconds tick on

I bring shame upon my thoughts

There will be no position taken today

To ease the fight in my soul

Honor

Is a must

In the midnight hour

When there is none to cry forth

Yet not this time

Now the time has passed

I try to hide from these thoughts

Thoroughly buried are my convictions of old

To the dismay of the members