Chapter 33: Shallow

A feeling of freezing
Overtakes daily bread
The appearance is pleasing
But I am a bit past dead
I know you want to save the world
But you can’t save me
I’m incapable of being rescued
Beyond your reach
From the ennui which seems to intrude
From sand shaded hair curled
Between fingers as the others try to wave free
Moving on into the lewd
In attempt to teach
One who’s not a prude
To be far more
Than she is
Not quite sure
This isn’t a miss
I’m beyond your redemption
A solitary exemption
To your plans
The world you so need
To fall far enough to be saved
By my star surfer
Societal wave rider
And your desired duty spans
Your ever chosen deed
But I know I’ve misbehaved
Aimed for the fate I did incur
And admit your eyes open wider
When I’m on the wrong side of your right
A feeling of freezing
I’ve long deserved
Incapable of being rescued
And while you let morality bite
Your appearance is pleasing
But my path has long since curved
And the ennui does intrude
I can’t be saved
I’m beyond redemption
But my past enslaved
A single solitary exemption, to your plans