Pushing and shoving to throw me off a cliff where there is no hanger.
A new person forced from the fall.
The outcomes filtered through sifting the strainer.
Trusting and believing these multiple choices. A person of infinite.
But ultimately from behind the face of a smile.
There was a stranger.
Promised by hope.
Hated by design.
Torn by decision.
Optimistic for the revision.
Downed my sorrows, and unhappiness.
Enough of you, but oh soo little of me.
These shadows show, of a subliminal requisition.
Its all binded, yet still bound.
Holding on tightly, yet ever soo loosely.
I bellow suspicion.
While you whisper submission.
The latest card, into your deck of sold editions.
An apparition to the clever magician.
The Peter pippers pipe to the ears of the dancing musician.
But I followed the game for far too long.
The objectives were intercepted by me.
So I knew your mission.