Validation

I
What beesth praise?
Eulogies recited when you’re long gone?
Lies strewn to sway the vote?
Inventions made by a charlatan?
Or a rapture that all crave?

II
Praise (in the mouth of men) and rats have “little” in common.
They come when they please.
They pillage with their ways.
They are employed by shifty characters (akin to rats).
They are your one-way-ticket to the spoils.
And, they are little things that sometimes make all the difference.

III
“Validation,” shrieked the voice in my head.
“Eureka, eureka, I found it,” is all I said.

Rewind:

Faults are there for all to find,
some so obvious,
child’s play for the blind.

Irked as I was,
with constant nitpicking,
(as if that a valid reason be!)
I embarked on a quest,
a mission to unravel the cure;
the antidote to all sorrow…

I looked distant and broad.
(far and wide was too cliché)
It only came to naught,
for what I was looking for
isn’t what I’d thought.

Play:

Then as I lounged on my bed
it came to me…
Fully clad, I didn’t rush forth as Archimedes did.
Instead I shrieked in my head,
“Validation”
Yes, that’s what I said!