I chose to flee from what’s behind me.
I’ve given my honor.
I’ve fulfilled several pledges.
I’ve even taken a jump off the edge.
In so much as the eye can see.
Into the deep abyss of charades and chivalry.
Too far for many to doubt the occasion.
I haven’t struggled without much persuasion.
Not the labels placed in front of me.
For me to choose 1, 2, 3.
I don’t belittle myself.
Or my intentions to act.
I’ve been handed an odd deck.
But I refuse to deal myself a deathly blow.
I know that I want to grow.
To be wrapped in the wealth that I create for me.
I want the chance to aspire to be.
What I what to be.
Not what others make of me.
Vexed to becoming a sleuth.
Don’t want anyone to make me out uncouth.
It makes no difference.
Should I not be able to see,
What lies ahead when it’s behind me.
Babbling of the Irrational Mind.
