So, it's ok, for your brain to release dopamine.
Dope, I mean, release me.
Blissfully ignorant,
is what I meant.
To say it's ok, would be influence;
indirect affection,
Infection of intangible power
affecting the powerless.
Cause and effect
Of the lost cause—
A clause in the system,
led to my readmission
back into the system.
Released me freely
back into the streets that imprisoned me.
Imprisonment meant I'm prisoned myself.
No need to wait
for judgement day.
I've already judged myself.
The verdict being,
my life meaning,
all the lies I was believing.
Not believing in myself.
Im the only one to blame,
For putting me through my own hell.
I move from the victim stance,
to the witness stand,
and witness myself being so defensive
of my own offenses.
So, how can I be offended of the defended.
Offensive, maybe.
To say someone else made me.
Would just sound crazy.
If I do say so myself.
Pleading a loss of innocence,
I'm guilty of insanity.
