Freewill

I am bored and alone with analyzation.
Tomorrow’s no different, how sad that is
To complicate what is now by depravation.
The decadence and her stairwell confuses
Any assumption by this silence.
Seeing only the lie is higher; she going back again
Belittles my understanding, here, it’s aggregate.
His character composer has not the slightest
From thou arrogance and quality. And besides that,
With everyone limped beyond control,
I doubt an ability of an epiphany for these chambers,
Surrounding us all.

And as the lot carries us along,
These decisions speak otherwise (Under
Anonymity, of course). We worked hard
Despite the odds- but our conscience was
Always ashamed. I lived desperately accountable
For my dispositions. Far might it seem,
Close to realization I amount. This
Lucidity takes no side, and assured are we
Concluded in thy picture.

Freewill is exchanged for desire, and reason.
God would trace my every step twice over,
For the extremities of my imbecility.
The hard road somehow deliberately works
It subtle debate into these cause and effect
premises with no matters delivered.
Follow each season if you dare, And conquer
Simple situations with ease, because
They’re all simple, including the last portrait.
Neither young nor experienced,
Is the mediator which has extra- ordinary patience,
And my nemesis towards contagious dilemmas..
It figures that this point brings a surrounding of flames,
To my atmosphere of delightment.
Can I express this great ambivalence
that deteriorates my every thought never-endingly?
Will I level my mind reasonably for the better of nature?
The fear of the unknown leaves distance
Where it should be, because we’d all become so insane.
Although the search for understanding
binded by truth without conception is
Philosophically impossible.
Why need it be that things would have to be seen
Or heard or sensible to be believed?