your breath is reality.
you're a thick thought on a bounty.
you're sphinx, you' re thorough,
you're lucid, your incognito.

pull me when your done,
laying down a concocted plan.
i disdain your overtures.
i'm tired of wishes.

if misery is your tidings, let thee sleep.
i'm not the crucible, yet your path is my path.
i afford no resistance, in silence i bleed deep.
i submit to you, in meek i take my wrath.

and before iris shut, i be laid in your lesson
let my solace be to ask thee self a question
were you right all along?
were you never wrong?