I desire to create, What remains unperceived, Unrepairable faith in it's authentic self, Unscathed by anothers opinion or morals, Their hopes and desires, The birth of such a rebellious idea remains unearthed, I want it raw, But God despises it, The idea of being challenged, So all left of my thoughts is the binding vision of tomorrow, A vision of hope, That ensues an ameliorating repercussion on my mental capacity, Concluding the idea of a saviour, And Of my passion and greed, Greed to learn something I shall never master,