The Casting of Faded Secrets

Practicing identity for the last time while blind,

Reality has a fine that collects from the mind,

Intending to capture ones flawed thought,

Crossing a line that had once been caught,

Excelling from a world that can't be fought, 

In a just cause we believe

Stopping the world from knowing we're freed,

Locked away

Enrolling the ideal conscious

That provokes the trust of encasing a new world 

Soon to be lost