Toe to the chalk line - mark and set
Birthright conformity - a safety net
Lay down this bird held tight in hand
Beg favor from a distant emerald land
Chasing whims again…
Features blur in a casual glance
Pulse and promises notch the blinders tight
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting to die
Lift the symbol high
Indifferent to the present tense
A sense of purpose sits upon a fence
Sidelines strewn with blind regret
Haunted by voices that cry neglect
Standing in the rain
Wishing might explain…
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting - biding time to die
Raise the flag
Standing alone upon a hill
Dust upon a sill
I awake to a silent shout
Misguided past
Spent in endless quest
Time grinding down
Wisdom traded for mistakes that never end
Fences to defend
All while happiness wears a frown
Now the morning bell
Echoes out of step with modern decay
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
Capture the flag
Misplaced by gravity
Smothered in a blanket of desire
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting to die
Raise the flag
Half-mast alone upon a hill
Colorless & still
