If This Is War

If this is war, then I must be a god of war. In every fight, (and there are always some) I might quit the bother as the sweat dries on my forehead looking clean, dust myself off, or I overcome. In the clear, victorious. The pain of the in between soon forgotten. The cost, our good and our evil, both a hard and easy illusion. A hard distinction to see close up, but always an easy collision. We've wrecked ourselves with our distinctions... That's how nothing can be the powerful one. That's how we lose. But still, they make me laugh and cry, these wild and beautiful things. They'll always have their seasons.. No matter how we feel, no matter what we think. Through the Summers and Winters, both an angel and a devil for each shoulder, together. I swear they say so for a reason. Isn't it obvious? Isn't it simple? If we love the thrill of battle, then nothing can stop the winning.