Insight

Insight In no will I am named To a birthright I have no claim I rummage through the lives of man Foraging from them what I can Right from wrong it’s hard to tell For I’m still holding the keys to hell Call me guilty, I am not! Lock me up until I rot You’ve viewed the past & still can’t see Call me guilty & I shall be The thread of life that keeps us sane Is beginning to show signs of strain Triggers released within our minds Creating stutters & vacuous time Call me guilty, I am not! Lock me up until I rot Line your pockets with filthy change Allowing the guilty to be free of chains Not a dime, have I left to pay For all my wealth was stole away But in the end, the good book speaks We only sow what we can reap Call me guilty, I am not Lock me up until I rot If reality is what I perceive Does yours differ from what I see?