Journeyman’s Sanctum

My eyes, unclean
My style, uncouth
My heart grows old
Enslaved in youth

I breathe more lies
My tears drain dry
My sweat reflects
Their marble eyes

I need this greed
To feed, succeed
To breed, to earn
Through blackened deeds

Not white nor black
Just cash and crack
Defend pretense
As what I lack

I think I know
But no, behold
This journey's tale

Remains untold...