Untitled, too

When your choices are clear
and your intention is true
not even god can deter you from walking
the path unfolding beneath your feet.

No manner of temptation or distraction
can draw your affixed attention
no twisted contraption of mental masturbation
will blur the lines that you’re meant to follow.

A slave to the cosmic fiddle with
eyes glaring at the truth rewriting itself
in the blackboards of your mind
Solutions slowly disentangling the neuron knots.

Deny all you want as you will
there is little hope in going at it alone
there’s only so much you can take
before you break; before you are liberated.