The greatest player

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”