When journeying somewhere

You’ve never been,

Keep a catalog of all of your sins.

And when meeting new people,

Remember not to tell them

Of what you thought about doing at midnight last month.

For shells take years to create and

Afternoons to break,

And then flesh gets sunburned

Rather quickly.

What I suggest is this:

Remember your innocence, and feign it all day. Once night falls and springs, convince them all that you are a king whose feet never touch the ground, whose doubt never makes a sound, and then retire to your chambers to wait for tomorrow.