Finding...

You dont know when
You dont know how
You fear it so
It comes to you anyhow

You seek it not
Of its thoughts you deny
It passes you in the street
You turn a cold blind eye

A touch on your shoulder
You smile and turn
With beseeching eyes it begs
Ever so gently do you spurn

For your conscience is mum
Of the wrong you undertake not
And you envision the fable
That you live without

Truth is what you uphold
Deceit into the dust
But the soft gentle calling
Seems wont to betray the trust

With infinite patience
It watches in wait
Unpining and knowing
For this is the defining trait

For this takes its time to mature
Like all the best wine does
And the heady feeling that succeeds
Is the part that it loves

For some their tongue may wag
Others cry out their soul
But the worst to be are those
That let one slip, in control

It could wait for this one
It would wait for long
It should wait forever
Just for it only to belong