When faced with an adversity,
The tolerance of restraint is too often dampened
By a bleak rain of concession.
This tearful interruption given, too freely,
A rein of control
Over even our most basic of decisions.
As victim of this volatility -
Unnecessarily unnatural though it be -
We allow precedence to mistrust,
Credence to mistakes
And application to ignorant fictions.
For means of escape we construct
Elaborate and convoluted schemes
Which we have no intention of fulfilling.
At least now, though, we are honest in our actions.
We should do well to remember
The sign on the wall
Of the monk's lonely room:
"Though their eyes forever deceive them,
The lost sheep will ever believe them."
Truth is the sole path to freedom.