I understand the freedom that is stretched to becoming slavery,
which gave me the experience that taught me to refuse.
I understand the shams that coat the truth,
which wrongly pursued for power that seeked revenge.
I understand the enigma that surrounds the world's beliefs,
which gave me the knowledge that put much in my imagination.
I understand the protection of a mask that balances good and evil,
which opened the reality of lies and tricks.
I understand the principles and ideologies that are built from influence,
which distorted the views from submission to decadence.
I understand the pause of life that defined nostalgia,
which yoked the obligation and bliss of alcohol to a person's life.
I understand the meaning of love the day I did not think of myself,
which let me get hurt the night I wanted it to be night all day.
But I have yet to understand the possibility---that granule of possibility, that what I understood, can all be wrong.
But I understand.
