Wahrheit

What is 

is not

when last I sought

I fought to keep the flame amused

but later day

I lost my way

and tangled wick within me fused

Don't blame the sorrow

flown tomorrow

one can only take so long

if I borrow

late in the morrow

it must be truth lest art be gone

So let me say

fake angst away

that inspiration left me dry

but as I've seen

in each new scene

that art as stubborn is born falling nigh