The world is rarely simply black or white.
It would certainly make life easier
If gray wasn’t all that existed. ‘Fight’.
I convince myself to defy misers
And eliminate ambiguity.
I unleash Libra’s righteous cipher.
I spurn from inevitability,
Coercing fate to worship my order.
I recluse from natural society,
Spiteful of the constraining red tape,
So that I can follow the prophecy
Of my own choosing. And thus I grate
My mind to thwart nature’s philosophy
But ‘tis my universe and my decree.