Yet

No apologies for my incompetence; I was never handed a manual. A table of contents would regularly require a cause-and-effect sequence, but who’s to say Time is as straight as your approach? I admit it is scarce that I find refuge in trouble, but greatness isn’t confined to endurance; not that I claim either, but benefit of the doubt is a universal right, and that, I claim.

I’m not a pillar, you’re not an arch; we’re not a model of timelessness, rather one of how time can screw one up, a lesson to be learnt. Don’t despair; it isn’t fit for the when. I’m not apologetic, and your allowance of reclusion stretches acres. A breakfast of silence builds a man; my boy, you’re not one yet.

Yet