Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Changed Identity

Looking for you, I lost my way.

My journey did turn dark and cold.

I lost track of each night and day,

In futile search of pot of gold.

Get wealth and power was my goal,

So when I found you, you would be

One more possession to control.

You would be so impressed with me.

I went to prison for a crime,

Just a system number, but I

Found my good self while doing time.

The Golden Rule I now live by.

I found myself and now I do

Be better able to find you.