My confusion begs wisdom
My rage pleads calm
My frustration.... yearns solace.
My lusts die for knowing love was never mine to offer
My contrivances prove bankrupt in the observation of integrity.
My sole purpose serves a mending of my soul as my body decays by every second of hours in the day.
By who I am
I seek my own curiosity
Foolishness is my temptation and I am a king who is hated.
The world denies me in its invented authority while realities invent compassion against natural laws.
I am beset against the weakest part of my own lust made for any legacy I wish to pursue.
The world is upside down
so much so that it might be better to reinvent myself.
To consider such a willingness for the sake of insecurity is a life worthy of measuring tides by the moon.
I can't accept the banality of the time I live in,
but I can live in the time I know serving a purpose I had no hand in creating.
I'm no woman, nor a child...
I am a man.
Even the wicked know my value;
women are enslaved with their children
and managed. I'll need one of two things...
or follow me...
I know my liberator
and none I have met in this world is Him.