The Third Absolute

My mind is shackled

Bolted to the ground

By nails and anchors

Cast in iron by an entity

More widely known as Fear.

The master of unspoken words

And Grand Immobilizer

Of my conscience;

With his skilled precision

He had forged these chains.

And each link has a name:

Ambition,

Greed,

Desire,

Failure,

Sloth,

And Power

Fastened to the pair of nails 

That hold me down upon the ground.

The left one called Perspective,

And the right one called Persistence.

While the one makes sense,

The other fails to reach that standard,

For no other reason than

It wears a slick disguise

To be mistook as drive and certainty.

It married to the first one

In elaborate misgivings and a grandeur of a veil.

It heeds the grasp of no one

And is foil to the hungry.

And its maiden name is Time.