I laid there, each night, in the dark
Contemplating my nascent spark,
Uncertainty became the norm
For my rapidly expanding form.
Through faith and folly I explored
The world and learned to sheathe my sword
As war means death for either side,
Why destroy to feed your pride?
As years ensued I never found
A reason to be called renowned
And still I ponder, in the dark
is it simply one big lark?
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