at the thought that I can BE something…
for the air that stands before
my blank stare and
behind my goals…
Know that what you see is a lie
and far-from-the-truth is what is
common to sight…
Reluctance tries to kill me
clawing with sloth-like precision
but I’ve since decided to move more quickly
however, my choice betrays,
infiltrating my activity and freezing
it with the coldness that is life
But indecision won’t choke me any longer.
And the fight against a second mind gets bloody this time.
Someone has to die and, essentially, that is the goal on both sides.
Understanding that, this is inherently understood: silver does no good buried in the ground except for someone who had not earned it to find it.
I am charged to brandish my worth, attack my goals and make them bleed glory.
My mother and father did well to name me conqueror, clearly their insight was from foresight.
roar in what I am…
for the air that briskly seperates betwixt; before me and behind my goals.