And so I have concluded the paralysis
As there is an excess
Of absences to account for
Between but a single flicker of your eye

Do you want to go on
Knowing only what is presently compiled and obvious
Because I beg you,
There are uncharted perspectives in ever corner

The comfortable and sedated
Desire the virtues
Granted simply by youth
But maintain the cyclical ideation
All the same

Sweet naivety takes hold
As the undressed nature is underestimated
In a rear view coated with a film
Of dying integrity and unclean morals

And you concede to go forth
As the sting of a scratch
Lingers just a moment
Like January breath
But the privilege of opportunity
Lives perpetually