Possession

Possession in itself a crime leaves the confident confined

Better to know than to not; better too ripe than to rot

But for me I think the opposite agrees

I was once beholden to a different point of view

And I did what I did; and I've hid what I could

But you know, some things you don't outgrow

Possession 'til the is burned; as if we could return

Land, sea, and sky — Europe in July

Is it so bad to speak about things that we've had?

I was once remanded by a different sense of time

But now I am free just to be

And you know, I think I'll never stop