An inchoate who is looking to get better
In these familial dark worlds, lintels ringing
Freewill, think I am going to be a freedom rebel
Rebel and recuse yourself, the rights are to stand up
To incoherent talk of honesty, with the writs to dictate ownership
Ignorant talk of slavery, when bravery is mercy
Sober and brightening, still waking up to this kindness there-and-that
I've accustomed myself, to writing myself some double-talk
Questioning every thought, the music is mapped out for the greater good
Cutting through the noise, cherishing my moments with tocsins and sermons
I am religiously present, this is talk of dubiousness in polygamy
Why free will when you are forever in this mirror, of dying loathing
Why free will when you are ne'er in this mirror, of sleeping solipsism
Caitiffs cutting through the silver morning, to be glad to drink good times with opulence and ease