‘‘Utopian Fever’’

Sheer and meek, like the ends of a stick, I reform

Once more, I transform

Searching the endless road for endless satisfaction

The consequences for having a moral code

A mind that’s ravenous for a deciphering statement that bases its collection off the assumption that we all have somewhere to go

Obligations to the soul

Lost in the light, petrified by the rays of victory

Amongst the others, there must be one that is soil driven

The release of malignant atrocity, a banter for the disaster

The creation of dismay, as the world continues to open its heart, allowing fear and resentment to control the gate 

Look onto the fields of wheat, as this divine society continues to sow

With the eyes that weep still longing for purity of congregation, still searching for their forever home

How can one become satisfied, if satisfaction is something that they don’t know?