(A shield is what I lack.)


What I need is perfection
to help steer me right,
instead of this corruption
blurring all my sight

This imperfect world of mine
is striving to gain control,
feeding me with ill-toned tries
and waiting to take its toll

I don’t know why it’s allowed
for me to be under attack,
like a sterilized mind in danger
and a shield is what I lack

I can con myself to believe
that I won’t attract this inflation,
and not guarding my unguided way
will show me its blinding sensation

I’m going to break these bonds
and stay here to see it come,
to watch everyone get wisdom
and change to feeling from numb

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