You pushed and pushed...
seemingly got too far,
interposing your ideals
and grading my judgement.

Your Roundabout knowledge of my head,
a falling routine fear,
quarintining my foremost desires
to pervert this native habit.

You hand me to the edge...
forgetting the brilliant hurt
that my soul is inflicting
to handle this hard-headed flaw.

Your goodness lies in front of me,
i floor it down and flop it out...
my fiction gains faith,
subtle speakless reality.

But, I realized I have to trascend,
forgive this intolerance...
aim and agitate,
fulfill and elevate,
glow and afford,
bite and chew,
forget and go...
commit and fly.