verse 2/9/15

It’s planned a path but what if I decide to
To rework the math, that I realize it’s a trap;
Hardly simple, it’s elaborate, they know
what they want and the numbers to be met, it’s quite set;
But I’ve written my own, tables upside so down, burned
and turned around, a separatist
mound. Different songs and choruses to chant,
and I don’t recant, I’ll wait here by this pond
for response. Call it a timetable, schedule, or agenda,
it’s theirs, and I object.. Just want to be alone let..
What, would I just nod, go along, let them
determine which day week month and minute I’m on?