a product of your environment

so carefully crafted i sew the features onto the canvas the moon is full tonight the needle and thread as thin as can be I will never see eye to eye with her I bind each string to the only choice i have to choose discipline over dignity I refuse to knot my adolescence without innocence to produce and create causes the culture to deceive the production to be mythic My envy shines green , glowing deeply I stitch up and down highs to lows line after line to be committed is to be completed without a shard of accountable reflection the conclusion of course is purely coincidental