Are we and our words

What we utter and vow

Of a promise i query value

and a principle’s worth i frain

To what end is then our strength

Since tempted when, unto weaknesses we tend?

of what doth love boast

When lust wins most?

When what would rather

wrestle that which feels good

which would win?

what we are, what we really are

is it then not what we become

when tests appear in a different shade

from what blee of which our scripts were made?