Banter of psychosomatics

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The mindless banter of psychosomatics I wish things that still held true could stand up and be held accountable. I dont know if anything is still formatively decided. Nothing perpetually lingers Everything ostentatiously decided, By who the all knowing maker the shaman or our lives? Nay as I walk not a sound I shall make Living close spiraling down. Close hypocrisy followed by the mind numbing wonder of it all. The human mind is a marvelous thing that never lets us forget. Forgiveness is often asked for and never bestowed. Ask me for it and none shall you recieve. I will not offer that relief. Why should your soul searching end while mine continues? Why should you rmind rest when mine is a constsnt jumble of emotion? NO For the love of all that is good in this world I say no! I will not bow down gracefully, not for you nor anyone else. I will not yet give you that satisfaction I will rise up from whence I have fallen and smite those who have denied me my satisfaction. To hell with you, I have only up to fly, Yes I am downtrodden to think of what was. Who wouldnt if they were me? However as time has served me well I know from whence I have come, Knowing where one is going is a different aspiration. My need to knock you down from the pedestal of my own making, The necessity growing stronger with the passing moons. How you have clambered to one so high is unbefitting of someone of your nature. The pending implication of this is yet unbeknown to me. Lie in an abstraction world of your own making. Your life is a contingency of something greater, Unbeknown to you is there lies none. Just the validity of what it is, Nothing more to lay your desires. Funny I should know this while you stand naive, The sport will continue just as it always has. And yet I remain the one in grievance, Who really is the injudicious one?