Walking about, without purpose or doubt
Trepidation and angst, wanting to shout
Fraud, Fraud, Fraud is all that you are
Your gifts are empty, your presence we bar.
But the barring won’t come, there’s none who suspect.
That there’s nothing of hope or of joy i inject.
Merely I take, and I squander and ruin.
The opportunities others, would give their whole due in.
I can’t give all I should, and try to repent.
but next darken a door, with kindness unspent