arrowpiercedoak

O because of thee 
Righteous configurations of the jury
Must we please those who can’t obtain impressions? 
A man may be as wise as his fellows 
But the independent thinks for themselves
Ideas of cruelty hold no wit
Why, no intellect brings no hope
No wonder
No yearning
Acceptance by the population 
With your donation of wool and work
Fall in line if your fears decide 
Make do with the path
Layered by the mass
Find a *****
A shovel!
A trowel! 
Uproot the obstacles
Place fresh stones
Directed by your compass
Your heart beats
True north.