Battle Phased
Grand battles designed in my mind
keep me tested
it only takes one sick head
to make others infested
can i change my linear path
invade and correct it
will it serve it purpose
or take a turn towards worthlessness
I have not the will, or desire
to be in the business of building empires
all that too good turns into lies
don't believe your eyes next time
They can mislead you,
as can people
twist you contort you
making you evil
for the wrong way
becomes your passion
just can't get no satisfaction
I paint clouds in the sky all day
kind of hard not to lose my way
I'll come or go, but I won't stay
but when I return, be so amazed
just the way I shock myself
to reset a spirit in bad health
what is wealth, tell me what its for
money brings problems
with an anonymous benefactor
unwritten chapters are all hope floats on
when the day is cold and the sun hidden
days like that I forget my mission
my programs decay
I'm in my own way
but mostly it seems
like a road lined by stumbling stones
I'm Battle phased, won't you just give in?
no more misery, no more fighting
then what else would I know
without an underlying protocol
battle head be at your best
because the bad times are just a test
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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