I lead a life of road that seems without solace
Forced to conform to what was prescribed flawless
Renegades of hallowed paths bespoke a solution so divine
Revealed simply to those whose journey are in twine
They say the pitstops in this gaudy road trip are in my hands
If so, I was not forced; I alone made my own bonds
Is there a puppet master?
I feel a hovering disaster
Ready to take me to a pseudo life where I prosper
I choose, I choose, I choose
But implanted in me the only options to enthuse
What a tragedy;
A joke;
A travesty;
An illusion
Allowing the freedom with the caveat of destruction
Predisposed a fool if taken the other
I applaud you for pushing me into a decapitating blunder
Smothered by proclaimed truths that leave me plundered
Dialing back, a tantalizing unveiling
It is indeed the anticipated assailing
I locked myself in a cell of demarcating security
I allowed myself to fall into self obscurity
Due to paralyzing fear of the unsurety
How do I unlearn the learned?