Definite Priorities: A Sonnet, by Toni L.A. Cross

Priorities are fickle things
Decreed my internal general
The imperial code of common kings
Deceptively ephemeral
I say that they stand immovable
Sure with youthful confidence
So what if they’re unprovable?
Submit, choose acquiescence
Don’t think or debate, just believe
Follow this ignorant scheme
Bow to the all-knowing naïve
Fall at the feet of idealistic supreme
I know that I know what I know
Until my ignorance I outgrow