Rarely I’ll accept your claims
To be what you make of yourself
Until you let go of the chain
You’ll struggle to find movement

How could I be so foolish?
To accept what you gave
Upon closer inspection
The audit failed

Rarely I’ll come across one in such condition
To be made of what you are, yourself
Until the breach fails
You’ll struggle to stay in place

How could I make believe?
To fall for your game
Upon further reflection
We pass inspection