In The Jurisdiction of You and I (Poem)

The seasons are upon us

And you don't think about the reasons

As I'm trespassing in your land and your treasons

It's just not that reasonable

Anymore it's hard for you and your responsibilities

To make up your mind and your liabilities


In the state of this facility

You're too vulnerable and you're stuck in tranquility

I'm not the weak one here and it's killing me

You always thought the seasons were free

But I never agreed

In your defense, it's a dirty deal of your greed