Veritas equals truth.
Aequitas equals justice.

The soft, soft rain,
A gentle welcoming from faith.
Free handed, abstract artworks,
Machines, concrete roses and wraiths.

You've won our contest,
The contest of a lifetime.
A matador, a favor, a metaphor.

You're on the straight & narrow,
Narrow minded and selfish.
Underneath the bridge,
And full of sorrow, tomorrow.

Planning, the undetermined,
Executing the impossible.
You're contrite,
It's ending tonight.

For the first time ever,
I feel completely free.
Completely free to live my life,
Always free, or maybe just for tonight.

But for now, I'm free.
Just leave me,
Or let it,
Just be.