A Stoic Recessional

Driving to nowhere this dashboard, my confessional My actions are my own doing, always discretional Finding clairvoyance in love, most days are exceptional Honest forthright, there is no reason to be transgressional Live the golden rule, nothing about me unprofessional I lead this parade, but not a thing about its processional The chapter that ended, just a prequel of my sucessional The answers I found, is reflecting becomes progressional How I feel does nothing to move the costs decimal Time on its own will always be a stoic recessional