Bound
I hold to no latency
The world is far ahead,
Against me
My colour and hue
My spectrum
In ideology
As per commission,
My fantasy of strength
In a throne, of a prayer
Except me
The wandering body
Fathomed through charges,
My will has been chained
Freedom fronted by a mist
I hum in no tone,
But a shared desire
Fantasizing, yearning
Meeting fresh concrete
Hugging the dirt of my knees
As I should be
I am no human,
Of ripening humanity
Fastened upon me
No fashions of brethren
Playing curtail
As I face the awakening,
An abyss eclipses me
Numbers, ciphers
Seeming to define me
Mourning an impurity
Goodbye, anarchy