as i make way for another resulting farce

everything has foundings in good intentions

but how is it

that perceptions of purpose become so quickly distorted

apprehension, irrational fear

sublimation of emotions now seeking a personal gain

how deft they appear

and override

all of the rational healthy intentions

that began in founding

in a wave, a rush, a crush

intentions gone through my soul's window

such an outlet, perfect evil construction

this mortal shell

as my primal instincts and emotions

overtake my intentions

intentions escape through the one part of my shell that they can

so you look into my eyes

and see my intentions

i implore you to mark them on your mind, your soul

because those were my foundings

that was what i sought

and whatever happens as a result of my weakness

all i want is that you accept my actions

are not always my original

intentions