Once upon a time I could do no wrong: Following the rules was my only song. Truth be told I had no choice, Inside of me there was no voice.
Fear gripped my soul when entered my mind Some offensive thought that was not aligned To what Iād been taught was good or right. To me the world was black and white.
I could not feel not hate nor rage To any bad thoughts I gave no stage But with this cage I received a wage I could not feel anything at all.
Not peace, nor friendship, nor love.
But now ā¦
I let all thoughts dwell inside of me. I can act. I can move. I can stretch my wings. Power courses through my veins, And I know I can do great things.
But now the distance between man and monster Is not so distant as once it seemed. If the cudgel of life comes beating down, What kind of person will I become?
In the end I will know I made a choice. I made a choice to have a choice. Extraordinary things I can do, But now they can be both terrible and great.
It was so much easier when I had no will.
I've been fascinated for a while now of the idea of becoming something you hate, and what is the road that leads you there. https://jupitermagna.com/?p=1548