His eyes seek what most seem to have overlooked
His mind is in a trance, of fact finding from frivolousness
They are just random, yet they say so much
There is one that speaks of a misstep
There is one that reeks of imminent horror
There is this oddity of what is to be confined
Yet someone has left a door open
He has no peace, till he finds every bolt
He will not cease until each lock is just that
He will dig his heels to bring about serenity
Amongst what should be process, what is insanity
Such is the life of the one who searches vulnerabilities
In systems and people, those that act as guards
Such is the life I love and live each day
From Risk mitigation, to compliance throughout
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