‘The architect was me’

 For every angle and archway,
I fashioned this grand design.
If life is like a spiral staircase; 
I’ve excelled at wasting time.

My corridors lead to nowhere.
Columns erected in ego pride.
I designed dead-end hallways.
The failure came from inside.

Looking back at this bitter ruin
I’d seek others to assign blame.
To deny facts may be natural,
but I know the architect’s name.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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