Let me tell you,
I'm going to spell
This out to you,
Plain and clear.
In a hazy but pleasant dream,
A crying man turned to me.
He told me, in an impromptu elegy
For the forgotten worlds,
About the repetition.
I vowed to him, I will change that.
The state of constant confusion.
Birthed by evolution, can take a hike.
I will push forward, letting my wrists bleed
From the serrated edges of the shackles
that bind them.
I will remain safe.
Hidden away from the chains.
Supported by my knowledge.
That premonition will be my spur,
To let loose everyday.
That I will blow down
Their paper shelters, tirelessly.
I refuse, to identify
With the hollow, false, self-deluding face,
That they throw at me.