Reprobation

Watching the cliff hiding the sea, 

I heaved a heavy sigh,

When I was up from the world below,

beyond it all, up high,

and I thought how you get what you give,

all this while as time goes by.

Sometimes I think I'm a wicked weed,

sometimes a godsend,

sometimes the pivot of worldly worlds,

all reality where bends,

but I'm the big black wall,

where every path ends.

To be what i truly am,

or to be someone in line,

of what he wants and truly needs,

extravagant yet sublime,

makes me bad and moral-less,

but I guess thats just fine.