Seeing my faults, I look into others and believe there is something to be seen,
As if by my eyes there is something I can see that is not immediately on the scene.
Alas, this is my folly once again, as other men know nothing about me or my way,
So why should I believe that I am any different even if I stand after winter in May?
Hypocrisy is a terrible crime, but I cannot really know when it has been committed,
It could be another paradise lost if my self-righteous judgement is not omitted.
It is up to the divine as a complete whole to place judgements and give final verdict,
I may be a piece of that divinity, but only through blank slated actions can we serve it.
The best thing I can do is forgive and forget, and hope my wants lead to just ends,
Even then! Even then, knowing many of my wrongs, I can with every enemy make amends.
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