Penchant for pent up
Aggression and resentment
Hell bent on penitence
For offenses and transgressions
Against ones ends
A heavy debt, a dead load tolled
Over the shoulder bones
Holding it like the mythoic globe
Of vulnerability no ability to surpass
Atlas grasp
Passion and valiance alas
Do not reveal the path
Heeled in crap, so we don't take crap
Sad we've got it backwards
We only take it because
We actually just make it up
Theres actually no atlas task at hand
No mandatory command
Branded or demanded
It's our own stand-alone mandate
Cultivated from past shame
Conditions fabricated
Gradually from pleasure and pain
Dramatic intimidation
Placing self against status
Competition established
With differences and classes
That realistically just doesn't matter
Rather be free and modest
Than be the coolest or the smartest
Consumer of the products
That marginally boost our own regard
Or be the ruler of commerce and audience
All of that
Harness total dominance of laws
Like the magna carta offered
We're not honorable all days
In all ways
Caught up in small losses and gains
Not comparable to what others obtain
The sway of time will long wash away
Your made up doppelganger
But it can't knock reality
Of living earnestly and honestly always.
To Be Frank: 