Crestfallen

I am,

Is living and the price I bestow in my vindication not enough?

Are my trials not the same or equal to that of another man?

I need,

Am I unlike my neighbor, mesmerized in his maze?

Are my endeavors which ensnare my world not of equal pittance to his?

I owe,

And in my self righteous and paramount quest, in this life;

my wrongs have caused pain, I know I will exit with a tab.

I want,

Then there would be her, the breath powering my words.

My piece of mind that bears fruit to all that moves me.

Her.

She comes in many forms, a crestfallen voice of many a friendly reminder.

Yet her scent will forever sequence the embroidery which lines my heart.