110. One Man Nation

Will he see or will he won't?
What I see from my window
The depths so pure as Autumn sun
I long to be where I belong.

The whole word stands watching
The evacuation of solitude
Back to pin scraped rations
And this is my affliction.
To live and not to hold
You are the strength
In my stronghold.
For we are blind.

I live the life Gazing through my window
But tell me man,
Can you see
What I percieve?

The gazing chants of others
Are where I belong
To have loved and lost
Is better to be accosted.

The depths of humanity
Can stretch as far as history
To play the fool
And break the rules
Are not the actions of a decor rule.

The life stretches as far as bodyguards
To pertain the integrity of others.
To survive the rural life.
The deemed to be strife.

I deem as a luxury
Though they can't see
The inflated wages
That I hold pergotory.

Will he see or will he won't?
What I see from my window
The depths so pure as Autumn sun
I long to be where I belong.

The gazing chants of others
Are where I belong
To have loved and lost
Is better to be accosted.

And so I take one last breath
To have lived at least is my recompense
I hope I think, I know
Which way the tides will flow
Within my own salvation
I can only hope for divinty
In this one-man nation.