I scribble this stray thought
of what my mind has wrought.
Never granting the desires I've sought,
but the practicality of what I ought.
My life with chaos and turmoil fraught;
a wire - of trouble and pain - taut.
It is mine, what I have bought;
I have it upon my own head brought.
I've strayed from the "lessons" I was taught,
and now, by "protector's" "justice", been caught.
But this irresistible force I cannot halt;
I will not blame myself, it is not my fault
that I have for every choice fought.