Vice

[maxmatahari]

Ontological information,
The threads that pull you through and through.
Camera clicking and a destination,
The destiny you're tethered to.

Feed my fire with subtle vice
and a hunger for those machinations.
A need to gamble and roll the dice,
A bid for freedom from your consternation.

A slave for the healing, a mood for the feeling
An ace in the hold for the hand you're dealing,
The boundaries you tear, for the mirror's sharp stare,
Because fortune favors those who dare.