The hands shall itch
while the cravings shall continue
you might be here
but lost somewhere
Day of tribunal shall arrive
the swords will continue to fight
your sword you raised
will it fight today ?
the arrow you kept
you honoured it everyday
bruises were worn on thumb
will the bow break ?
the strings are attached
the bass seems well
the sound seems fine
will it be able to sing a melody tonight ?
it’s a leap
a leap of faith
last are the moments
the moments to prepare
Alas
the greatest player,
mind watches the signal of distractions
how will it last today ?
the answer
the brain receives
simply “ starve your distractions please “
is it
the soul lazy ?
Is it
least nervous ?
no
it won’t say
it’s simply to anxious to stay
Train the thoughts inside
last the final mile
there is nothing to fear outside
your fear shall truly subside….
”Mind, the greatest player of all deeds”