Right and wrong,
A tick, a cross,
Two simple words,
Yet to me they are lost.
They blend and merge,
To alterations susceptible,
Play treason to the barriers
of 'socially acceptable’.
A tick to a cross is a transition of simplicity,
A simple addition,
Yet in reverse requires deficiency.
Once the line has been crossed,
Redemption is indefinitely
Achievable only by betraying the path you weaved initially.