Subjection

I'm amused by, a mind so abused that.

A heart so fused, with an eyes creative  ruse.

Could feel and see without much to loose.

Except for an infinite fate that could ensue.

I see faintly the objections, but my heart and mind feel cruel subjections.

From what has been left after rejections.

I pick up the pieces with no detection. I try to make a trivial but felt correction.

In an ominous place.

I give the world a taste.

With the expressions that lie dormantly vibrant on my face.

It's not as if I dress myself up in satin and lace.

Trying secretly to incase.

The reality of my true destruction.

An eternal battle of a personal injunction.

Something so trivial such as an informality.

Has lead to be vibrant reluctance to your secular morality.

Plenty places left broken and bruised.

But who am I but human to remain ultimately and infinitely confused.

So I sit up high and also very far below.

Watching what It is within that I'm meant to sow.

And I hold my breath steadily until my eyes and mind begin to blow.

And I live my life according to the unusual flow.

I wrap up "your rules" in a small box and bow.

And I throw it as far as my reach can possibly go.

Because believe me trying to adhere to "the" schedule of must happen lifetime phases has never made my imagination glow.

So I'll go ahead and go.

Because I'd never let my mind, heart and eyes sink so low.

And who are you to tell me.... You know.