I was king, I was great, I was different,
I was everything... now I’m something that doesn’t listen,
“I need a future, I need a purpose,”
To insist on a need means it’s the contrary I’m missing,
What is it that prohibits the spirit?
“A limited truth.”

I traded idealism for imagination, idioms, and moments,
I told my last lie and watched the domino fall; past-life points now obsolete, I’m currently projecting atonement,
There are no opponents,
If you’re fighting to belong you’ll die a communist; homeless:

We’ll build extensions of what we’re neglecting,
Project it as an idea or weapon;
Worthy of investment, detrimental in a second,
We’ll emphasize value, although we’ll never own it,
Twist empathize to divide choice,
We’ll sympathize like it defines voice,
Children/Public victimized;
But, he did send his condolences...

Enloa Gay offspring reflected a direction,
Little boy and Fat boy’s catastrophic erections;
***** with forced seeds, liberty gave birth to perception...

Must we congregate after acknowledging an imperfection, or at the sense of a disconnection?

I.e., is there ever a right time to reflect on?