Between a Rock and Hard Place

Sometimes it feel like

the smothering of corruption

has no end.

Or no friends,

for the trust is gone

and the spawn from two

cut throats cannot exist.

I resist to go to far off this cliff

or slippery slope for the rope has gotten

too narrow and seemly to

support my weight.

Yes, because,

plates I've ate

and satisfaction comes to the

hare.

Daring not to partake in desert

for it

does not preserve our

light at the end of

the tunnel.

And yet I see that

our nations tunnel

is going from a sphere

to a box.

But my soul will not let you

box me in

for I'm an Individual.

So your residual accountability

lies within the text

who's purpose is to put

you in between a place of

mental security and being emotionally

vexed.

YOU FIGURE OUT THE REST.