The Full Form

I was twenty-two just to the day
When the chirping birds of verse first heard me play
But an image wrapped around music that is fire-bound
Falls down, broken on the best day

But how can you lose patience with sober dreams
When, stripped of faith, all that's left is a dull machine?
If God is not in play, who the hell's to pay
When my only darling runs away? But

There could be nothing else to do besides
Put a mark on what's wasted and put it down to do or die
But whispers never fly
When you're chained to the gravel, the Lady aims to gratify
She is only burdened by the universal life

You've been chained to denouement since a newborn
The great game to carve yourself a full form
The hot springs of summer can be lukewarm
But there can't be darkness with no new dawn

You've been chained to degression since you've been formed
The great game to carve yourself a full form
As time crawls from concept right to your door
A fool's life can clammer to define more

You've been chained with the task of being informed
The great game to carve yourself a full form
You've been chained to denouement since a newborn
The great game to carve yourself a full form

If it's not gracious to appease to taste the chaste
From a sneezing space I'm maced
Sour from the side like a shot of Yeezy's face
I'm blinded, shallow-minded
A delicate find if you keep up the pace
I'll take the snare if you obstruct the bass

I could say I don't care, but what good's the prey if you don't like the chase?
I'm laced up, ready to talk fate with my Tinder dates
What's the case? An existentialist surfing time and space
Broken hearted with more Will than Jada Pinket's place

I'm jotting, you dodging, I'm spotting all clone Hopsins
Pale eyes elevated by lies like Tom Watson's
So what'd the haste? With every moment made means the past erased
The apple sours while your future sits besides the snake
Is this the race that your ancestors thought to hold in place?
A lame disgrace of a great idea that only lays in waste?

You've been chained to denouement since a newborn (chained to)
The great game to carve yourself a full form
The hot springs of summer can be lukewarm (hot springs of)
But there can't be darkness with no new dawn

You've been chained to degression since you've been formed (the course can provide you favors)
The great game to carve yourself a full form (in a less than divided way)
As time crawls from concept right to your door (the course can provide you favors)
A fool's life can clammer to define more (in a less than divided way)

You've been pained with the task of being informed (the course can provide you favors)
The great game to carve yourself a full form (in a less than divided way)
You've been chained to denouement since a newborn (the course can provide you favors)
The great game to carve yourself a full form (in a less than divided way)

(The course can provide you favors
In a less than divided way)