I'll edit more onto this as & when I have time:
I keep my self in the centre of a maze, lock the puzzle box
when trouble knocks it's met with cellotape & a dozen locks
a couple knots to prop atop; a pretty bow production
as if it shows this skin & bone's a fit bestowal for someone
I'm a misanthrope's assumption on the state of human nature
a walking proof for Hobbes to topple Locke & his fruitless labor
an unhappy advocate of stick-&-stone behaviours
but if you wanna toss a rock at me, then please remove the razors
cuz now I'm a moving glacier trying to float in spite of oceans
but won't blame lunar phases for these polarized emotions
I couldn't paddle back.. - for that I owe the tide a token
cuz it pushed me past the past I pushed to pull aside the moment