It is his anguish; his undueness;
His illegitimate resolve...
That turns his hope to hopelessness,
When understanding doth evolve.
To tear away conceptions,
Of stouter castle walls,
When his images of perfections,
From ill fancied truth now falls.
All he thought was freedom,
In a single moment passed,
Leaving nothing left to dream on,
For dreams don't ever last...
For the false flag is a demon,
When it flies high on the mast.