sometimes its all the timeA second of silencesometimes its all the time
Is what I want
Can peace be real? A capacity for vivacity The fighting ends
Cold defiance
Arguing in heads Rooted in silence
Ongoing and unceasing
Splitting dividing Escalating, increasing “Even when your hope is gone Move along move along just to make it through”
Told what to do But they aren’t you Follow who you are And you won’t look back wondering what would have been different Something never really solved plagues the stage its time to bow out of this bout
gloves are off
