Not Only

You taste not, the early nibbles of the rodent on the first sprig of growth

You taste not, the damaging winds on the juvenile vine.

You taste not, the pounding hail that rips the fruit from it bunches.

You see not, the sleepless nights and the lonely days

You see not, the many bloody foot steps dredged through unknown lands

You see not, the fight of the inner demons chewing to show themselves to the light

You care not, what today brings nor what it leaves

You care not, how today helps nor hurts

You care not, when today starts nor when it shall end

You only render, the sweetness of the sunshine You only render, the freshness of the spring dew

You only render, the tenderness of the cool harvest breeze.

To Render only, the taste of all the good one vine can give to the fruit of your wine.

You only praise, of the victories gained through death and despair

You only praise, the ground the warrior walks on with his tattered feet

You only praise, a victor who's battle has just begun.

To praise only, your loved ones to burn the fuel so many have perished for...

You only perceive your day as empty, as your glass and your applause

You only perceive your day as meaningless, as your phial and your cheer

You only perceive your day, as endless, as your canteen and your flattery

To perceive only your day in a sea of years, bottles and vain praise.

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