not vindictive of jurisdiction,
a contradiciton causing friciton
only when he's told.
The hole that is his soul
will fold without a goal,
like a mole, he can't control
and he can't hold onto what
he believes in.
It is a pity that his ditty was one of melancholy that served wholly the purpose of trying to surface and escape from those that would not hesitate in trying to define for him his fate.