#FreedomQuest

Back to square one,
Back to being a swine;
Where the mud feels fine,
Where dying and living in poverty is combined,
And I have yet to define,
Living a life lacking none.

Back to being called immoral,
Back to living a life full of sorrow;
Where poverty leads and I follow,
Ever shallow in crumbs I mellow;
I never wanted to be a fellow,
But I lost my halo.

Back to heading down below,
Down goes my arrow;
Gravity pulls my mantle I'm left with an echo,
Why? A question that turns me into a phycho;
With no path to the...