Thinking about motive
What do I do here?
Could I dare be chained,
Could I take a naive stance
Just this once
Let this thought, willed to exist,
whole hearted, fluttering,
Reign, reign, reign
Pure motives
be not fleeting, stay.
Rest my suspicions of tenuous nature,
Let madness direct me;
Madness breeds freedom
Madness talks truths
It is how this thought came about,
It’s why it will cling
Reign, reign, reign
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