Trailing My Conscience

I was there, though not my senses

With swollen eyes and bruised face

I witnessed a hazy scene unfolding

The man was there

I was once under his lair

I remember him, he was the one I defrauded

So what, he is a discreet

And yet, has been shielded

Might be for his family name

Or his rich status, he was spared

Was he really a man of dignity, who cared

Oh! did I really question myself

But that's a rather unlikely proposition

It's not me, I ain't supposed to be behaving this way

I have a reputation of being cold and stringent

And that excuse is dear to me and very, very relevant

But then why, why it occurs to me now

I just can't recall how

I descended into darkness

Still, I refuse to regret

Even when others fret

Nevertheless, I'll be this way

Because this is who I am today.