The Reckless – and the Wise

Introspective Honesty Integrity

I leapt – before I saw the edge –

Desire – was my guide –

The wind – a whispered promise made –

And I – was satisfied.

The orchard bent – with golden fruit –

I reached – with thoughtless hands –

Tomorrow was – a distant star –

Unmapped – in distant lands.

But Time – a trader – stood at dawn –

And tallied what I lost –

A door I flung – in fevered joy –

Became an unseen cost.

The reckoning – was slow – and sure –

It traced – what I had spurned –

And what I thought – I knew at last –

The Truth – was overturned.

For Wisdom halts – where Knowing stands –

And dares – to turn within –

To question what the mirror shows –

To doubt – where we have been.

The fool affirms – the wise – decries –

And asks – if light is true –

For when we hold – our thoughts to fire –

The gold – is sifted through.