Vindication

Can you let it go.

All I drilled into my brain.

And if all goes to plan.

That I directed the path.

My own Path.

If fate is always there.

That is a mute point.

The director says the movie 

is unknown.

That any direction leads 

down that garden's truth.

To get it down to zeros and ones.

What was the thing that

lead me astray?

My own twisted emotions?

But a miscalculated

thought that all people

were alike.

Was I that muse I said

was guiding me all along?

Really a kind of anomaly.

Made me think

what ghosts haunt,

and cannot be seen.

Really blessed or damned

by a twist of a where you

put your attention.

Was calamity justified.

Thought I was robbed,

my heart of a beat

but I hid it all along.

The closer I am the farther I am.

All that I justify is that were not 

all unique.

That the path was mine,

that the truth was one.

But I blame an invisible being.

For my reasoning.