Was There Something Better Out There?

Do not, I say stand here in judgement of my life, it is not you who has the privilege to rule you may approach me in the darkness with a knife and plunge your dagger through my heart, I be the fool. Yes, I admit, there is convention to uphold, no citizen may fail to tend the plants, no renegade is welcome here, he may be bold and sing his hippie songs and silly chants. But listen folks, and listen well and good, we shall not waver in our course for it is right, there is a ghost who wears a scythe and a black hood he comes to reap fresh human blood deep in the night. We have a bond that neither man nor god can break tis Nature's way to guarantee her games of chance and in our morning when we touch, still half awake a beaming smile just follows easily the first glance