Defy Nation?

I am the betrayer of my own jurisdiction.
It is up to me - not you -
To come up with the end.
But what if I have no clue?
What if, I really need you?
Alone,I find flight above my head.
The noise is all there,
But that small amount of trust,
The one that counts the most,
Is misunderstood.
The buzz of occupation drowns
The Underlying current.
It flows and hydrates,
Feeding the being.
But still the hunger starves
As grass goes quietly within.
The tick and the tick withstand,
Your thoughts catch in the net.
I try to break free,
But they drown me.
Away from that second of understanding,
A moment flashes before thousands of eyes.
It falls at the beat of feet.
Yet still to confirm the confirmation
That this life is meant to be lived,
And in it, the meaning, to be bound.

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