In shadows deep where truth does hide,
There dwells a man named Brian's stride.
Accountability, his fleeting friend,
In mazes of excuses, he descends.
With every stumble, every fall,
He shirks the blame, heedless of call.
His fingers point, but never at him,
In a dance of denial, so grim.
When promises break and trust erodes,
He cloaks himself in clever codes,
Avoiding the mirror's honest gaze,
In a labyrinth of deceptive ways.
Responsibility, a weight too great,
For Brian, it seems, to contemplate.
He dances 'round the flames he's sparked,
Leaving others in the dark.
Yet, in the end, truth finds its light,
No cloak of falsehood can hold tight.
Brian's lack of accountability,
Will bind him to his own frailty.
For when the echoes of his deeds resound,
It's accountability he's truly found.
In the mirror's reflection, stark and clear,
The truth of Brian's path draws near.
So let this tale be a solemn guide,
To face the shadows, not to hide.
For in accountability's unwavering grace,
Lies the key to honor, in any space.
