Consequence

He was born a rabbit, blind and helpless
As pure as can be, lacking pride, not selfish
As a boy, kind and selfless, shy as a pheasant
All his mom's best friends used to cry out "bless him"
Always sure of his manners: "sirs" and "madams"
Kept a muzzle on his jaw, reserved the chatter
Just kept living his life, tried to enjoy his childhood
Playing sports after school, like every child should
But then he stopped when he grew up, things changed
His crew began to move on, cliques changed
Never fit in with the cool club, the hip gangs
Felt alone and secluded, this pain
It put him on the search for true love - chicks came
And they would bond, every new crush - big flames
Not mutual; his heart: Judas, his brain
Was rather more akin to Brutus and his blade

So a once disciplined kid became afflicted within
Understood what it meant to be deficient within
Discovered the limits that inhibited him
And how the sin in him impinged on all the things that he did
The decisions he made, his imagination's figments
His motivation issues, some days indifferent
Other days driven, knowing it could change in an instant
And he could go back to being so insipid and distant
He didn't know what confidence is
His mind was corrupt, morally rotting senses
Indecision, everyday often on the fences
Everyday suffering from the consequences
Of the wrong turns he's taken in life, off track
Architect of his downfall, all the blocked paths
And detours, he caused; yeah that thought depresses
Decisions of the past now haunt the present