So be wary of those in search of glory

For they cling to their height like the wild vine.

There is no shame to be an untold story.

Those who fall for their own vain oratory,

Often die drunk on poisoned wine.

So be wary of those in search of glory.

They can’t be satisfied in lesser territory,

For they foresee their path as divine,

There is no shame to be an untold story.

I reached for heaven, but fell into this purgatory;

And rewrote all dreams once mine

So be wary of those in search of glory.

And thus my life became an allegory,

I reached the sun, burned  but didn’t shine.

There is no shame to be an untold story.

But if I become lost in the mist of memory

Know I’ll linger as you feed your own decline.

So be wary of those in search of glory.

There is no shame to be an untold story.