What a place to be,
When you know who to be,
And clearly see,
What makes you happy.
To become that person,
And watch yourself slide away,
Through a series of compromises.
Of what seemed like only a couple of times,
And you've all seen my demise.
Here I sit,
At what I hope is the bottom,
Of this horrible lake of anguish.
The answer is simple.
Look to the temple.
