Collection of Thought 3

When the past and the future wage war within my head No ones keeping score and only sanity is dead A bloodless battle with no actual purpose but the physical effects quickly come to the surface Caverns and trenches dug in lines above my brow And holes from cannon fire making my eyes look sunken now I try to hide this war waging in my brain Hoping that in public I seem a little less insane Conciously subconcious if that makes any sense at all It’s like I don’t want to let go while I’m making myself fall I’ve never been to counseling, the papers where he gets it out Sort out the fighting in my mind and figure what its all about I haven’t had it the hardest but I’ve seen my share of ****, plenty of opportunity but never chose to quit, been to the last straw with my lady and never up and split. When did our society get this “give up” mentality? rejecting resposibility, grown men leaving their families? I’m not sorry to say that they’re not really men to me I’m blessed and I know it, to have had the example I had Cause he made me a real man, and he didn’t do half bad.