As my overly-attitudes adjust and take their aim
Trying to mimic bold chiseled truths
I am left encumbered by overstated worry
The latitudes of lies coursing upwards and downward
Circling within this radical interchange, I seek my centre
Long suffering magnified through the burdens of my mind
Like tendons pulled taught restricting my growth
Bonds concentrating blame near the core of my breath
Sputtering on empty my heart waits for recovery
Divine overtures overturn my misery with mercy
Bound no longer to pain but rather inclined longing
Defining my design, I reposition myself in the corners of my mind
I take hold of my purpose as I walk this path to Free
