To what end shall I type, my conclusion concludes me to greatest status but what's good if no one knows?
To what voice will I preach, these don't abide by scripture thus stray far from script fabricated to appease a voiceless deity.
To what extent should I be patient, the execution of plans, the familiarity of love and the undisputed luxury of freedom.
To which star would I wish upon, to grant me keys that unlock doors that no longer lead to pain, heartbreak and failure.
To you God I look upon, though unsure if worthy of your grace, I can't help but notice that man has encased you within man.
