Progression/Transgression

Progression/Transgression

Visions of sinnin’,

I mutter to myself I’m better than that.

Feet pattering against the concrete, I twitch.

My head shoots up and I’m not lookin’ back.

My feet scramble with the speed of Mercury,

Or Hermes—I think of his helmet donned with wings.

Mythological Gods were not good or evil,

Not heroic or heinous,

They were just like us.

They all maintained human traits,

In favor of both order and chaos.

So as my feet run over the concrete,

And the wind wind past my auris,

Fingers curling in my palm, holding me to- get-  her,

My feet c-r –a c king with each    step,

                           Breath hitching in my throat,

                                I don’t understand what’s holding me back,

                                                                                    But I continue before my momentum

Yanks me away,

Back into the invisible forcefield

My feet slipping from me,

Under.

Its clutches wrapped around my ankles,

Visions of sinnin’, I mutter to myself,

 I’m ready to break free even if it breaks me

Even if my shell cracks and falls a

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I will not be bound by these chains.

Of telling what I should be

And what I need to see

When all I need is less visions of sinnin’,

‘Cause I’m better than that, I fucking swear.

More intent on the twilight of the future,

Rather than the shadows of the past.

                                                                                      They say the darker the night,

                                                  The brighter the stars appear,

                                                                                     So I run at dusk,

                       And let everyone know this wall that holds me

Cannot hold me back for eternity.

Because I will find the twilight.

I will find the sunlight,

And I will find me.