I'm an army of one, with the will of a thousand men
Sat here asking, waiting, wondering when
Should I be fighting harder, or awaiting attack?
I feel destiny won't tolerate my confusion.
So many have won their battle, its seems with no real tactic,
And I'd love to know how but I just don't understand it.
If they say time is a healer then am I scarred for life?
Travelling towards definity, yet moving only at the speed of might.
And I've tried striving and thinking,
It ended in diving and sinking.
But there's only ever one way you can go I guess.
So I ask,
So I wait,
And I wonder when...
- Author: Surucipe (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 18th, 2017 04:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I feel where you're coming from. Nicely said.
Thanks very much Nicholas. It's appreciated.
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