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
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