A word to the wise.

I seek not to bother another or thee.

It’s enlightenment’s consequence I convey.

Emptied soul, honored to be free, I prefer jubilee.

Yet, the permanence of time’s punishments weigh my dismay.

Chaos bent through all circumstance, I took principal’s way.

I seek not to berate a better path or way to be.

It’s the undertow of this lesser trodden path I offer ye.

To thee, hope fueled kindred souls, ye empaths without relent,

see the animal’s intent is never without consequence.

Ye chaos bent, never break principals over circumstance.

Your last look back will be heaven sent.