Tending a Flower

Foregone is my freedom My future and it's conclusion My most detached relationship To myself now subject To scathing privately In installments with you. Now I confided “He tends a garden” How was I to express Without existential anguish This irrational leap of faith? Subjugated or subsidized It bankrupted my reason So far-gone was my longing I was invited to a task. My lesson was to refute life. Something I had Already accomplished. So I confided. “He tends a flower” Half-witless or absent minded I felt no connection To your thankless doctrines And I waited patiently at the end Of whatever road I had taken For my choice attendant. And I confided “He tends to Petunia”