Image of a Lonely Distaste

With a lonely distaste I set my pace Patience for none But for those that hold on Climates of fear People with tears Waiting to be told how to run Whilst building their castles of sun I see myself Like a plan on the shelf I reach over the scrolls Each one accounting my holes The pictures of loss The thresholds I cross Contradicting my face The lonely distaste I am what you see Just what you would be But you’ll never see me And for this I am free