Stulto

I stare effortlessly at the stars

Pondering how they shine true

But my mind wonders astray

Innocent at first glance

But it cuts like a knife

I do not wish to harm

Yet the intent is there

I curse my name, Stulto

For it is the very essence I am

A man who hath such a rose

Deserves less that of a mule

I plead my breath to stay

For I realize how easily it can slip away

And just how vital it is for each day