Movement I (Forwards Thru Forewords)

Taken in a lot, then I've sought to run
Always in for none, I've worked with several tons
Of this aching lie, I hope to never try
Anything that pries my choice with vice
As I'm growing fast, the solitude is vast
Though I'm "in" at last and the "hatred" has passed
I still feel my wise philosophies rise through the dead of night
And still fade through my eyes