So it wrinkles, this Righteous Heresy
All due to Flavours spat-out by your Youth
To lose that Touch; Then amend Destiny
I guess after all is the Proper Truth
And notice your Baggage all Night and Day
With the many Props you have to carry
Since, this Cage, the Kingdom's Letter your Way
You found the Mole to a Mountain he'll tarry
So, Fortune's East beg for your timed receipt
Though a Million shy it is not enough
And cope this Passage with your Conceit
To join the Mob and level your Thoughts rough.
As for me, to the House I contemplate
Whether to abandon or shift my Fate.