It will be clear.
Those trolls listening both far and near.
Indefinitely indebted but still, I cannot go.
Chivalry in a voice.
These demons up on mountains made by moles…
‘Are not your choice.’
Though, the air I breath is not free.
If I walk away now,
I can own my own feet.
Villains and angels…abound.
Holes in the wall.
Furnace on stall.
There is not enough room on the ark for us all.
I will not choose to take what I need and leave the rest.
Cannot adhere to the father knows best.