Being led astray
is as easy as losing track
of five yesterdays.
But with the nature of human error
comes a keyhole view
of the terror-free room
adjacent to our polluted womb.
See, I'm all for the bandwagon
if it?s a bad enough ride
on a good enough road.
But don't drag me along
cause you feel I belong
underneath your stubborn resolve.
At times like these,
I am blessed
to have two Fathers,
should one fail to be found.
No longer a soul compromised
to worldly standards.
Take a gander at me now!