The Learner

I, who am but a man amongst any,
Am left to walk astray in between the blooms of many.
Finding no meaning whatsoever behind their sway,
I am righted to seek the one and only way.
Not in regards to the cling of souls past,
Rather in bards that sing the falls of a long gone cast;
I, who can and must abide by my own,
Am forced to trust, not hide, from the fully well grown.
I speak of wisdom, not of experience but of perspective;
They spoke of this whoreson sense of the expensive,
And tried to make me yield before their success;
But I, who take field to those who bore and heir no guess,
Will surrender only to the one who gives me confidence,
Not ignorance, not pretense, not lie.
I am in need of a cleanse that shares why.
These are the days of my reckoning,
That pleases and cares for my ways of awakening,
But be fooled not, for I heave only to he who bears the soul
And should plot and leave solely to she who cares for the all.