downbound drifting difficultiesI'm driven to which tomorrow?
ask yet what darkness tends such sorrows?
to live to a facial expressions measurement?
in such darkness is there free wills light?
no only anarchy, and joys are owned by greys
yet once I had confidences frivolity
it's honor, and playfulness were mine still
yet my inner hero became consumed in poor choice
a hyperactive board game so poetic in rhythm
that in it's chaos i run backwards
done from the tinge of it's finished substance
tranquilised downbound drifting difficulties
once ripe have i have now hard-boiled
a time i should make way in cheer,
but now will walk in complete darkness