Fate is a form of fiction
Breaking norms involves extreme sacrifice
Always for a greater good

A metaphor existing only in one soul
Manipulates like-matter


And the man
Sick of inquisition
Bides his time accordingly


What would possess this man?


Embrace the Uncertain
As premonitions beckon coincidence
As premonitions beckon

Wait for your time to come

So Uncertain

Draw me perspective
So Uncertain


Hate is a form of addiction
Breaking norms involves extreme sacrifice
Always for a greater good

A metaphor existing only in one soul
Manipulates like-matter


Still the man
Sick of inquisition
Bides his time accordingly


Deeper than my eyes, Deeper than my flesh
Deeper than my bones