Arrogance seemingly Maintained

Been seated there for a while now
Slumped, an old man in others' eyes
Face shadowed by the hood that now
Rests arrogantly upon his brow.

Piercing eyes now sullen staring down

Upon the swirl in the glass in hand

Always swirling, forever drowned

Spiraling endlessly within Time, unbound.

Yet in a moment, to vanish in the urn
Lost within the chambers of he
Traveling through his many caverns
Until, finding the ultimate, returns.

And he, knowing nothing of his mind

Rises unknowingly, utters thoughts

That he would soon wish he did not

Such a marvel, that swirl has the ability

To open one's mind and induce truth-telling

When nothing, nothing else, ever could.