A hail of arrows is your gaze
traditional battlefield razed
Rattling with the sound of armor
deafening heartbeats
Every direction new
none of it dilutes you
Oh the daily grind is infact is
The length of your sensation
The jarring impact, use your dice
Street corners give advice
That gets confused with pop lyrics
Inside the background music
The Trebuchet launches opthers flee
Catch me off guard between road and trees
Something pins me down making me weary
I should be dead but I remain prostrate and merry
Every direction you walk in
Examining the grievances and hopes
Overpouring the nectar just to cope
overbandaging the wounds that have almost healed
The cannon fires and hits me right between the eyes
If you accuse me and I accuse you, we both sigh
Does that mean we care? Or are we just feeling naked?
The past unhealed making us feel bare
Everywhere you go near or far
searching for your true northstar
Lost in the pursuit of a prerogative
That gave your life a sense of meaning
Your blindness is beautiful
Articulate your life goals with finesse
I'll never expose its spuriousness
Never judge even as it come uncovered
Like a battlefield strewn with all things lost
Each claim you make about this life
Tremendous loyalty to certain fallacies
Shows me your fugazi choreography
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