With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.
When you can't figure out what to do, it's time for a nap.
Creativity makes a leap, then looks to see where it is.
As a youth, I sought out decadence; as an elder, I try to avoid decay.
Losing gracefully is commended but never chosen.