My own Season

What’s your season?
Does it catch you in a wrong?
It is your carriage or your throne?
Do you mark it with a song?
Can you really justify your reason?
For pouring out your spirit for so long?
Is this your atone?
Can you insert and eject one?
Where is the beginning to your decent?
Do you choose a thong?
Are you looking to please God or man?
Can I leave this as sand?
Spilling through the keyhole?
Is there any other way through?
My mold is everso in the plan?
Can I resist your hand?
Please spare me your audience?
and watch me dance?
To my own beat?
I think I will.