Dedication defined as the derivative of desperation.
Defined but not definite.
Definitely finite.
If only I could I'd find it.
Find what?
A way out of the blue.
The blue?
The blue is you.
A way out of your constant glare
Unaware you stare
I seek something to shade me
You are my shade
Yet you enslave me
The sky that raised me
The ground that grazed me
The trees that praised me
Now aim to sway me
They test me
They ask me
Who are you?
Who are you now?
Rocking all that gold from our bowel.
Why will you not bow?
I refuse.
I detest.
I refuse to stand for it.
I will lie if I have to.
I will **** a man for it.
But this me.
Dedicated.
This world is what I made it.
So sway all you want.
My success cannot be evaded.

for every minute,
brushed against,
the cold glass,
I spent a moment,
embracing,
what I faced,
the ghost,
of a past,
I had no knowledge of,
until I found the letters,
and it struck me,
all the notes,
were from someone,
you used to treasure,
until the cold,
separated you both,
and left you each,
with a half heart,
and gave you a mission,
a mission to complete,
to find the other piece.