My Dearest Enemy

Where do I go from now? I forgot to teach myself again. Where do I stand and how? In this endless, tiresome game. I learned to love my enemies, And hate my friends, Learned to control and manipulate, Those who I can offend, But on every step I take , I always wonder how to haunt for luck, Before the lucky haunts me and I'm mocked. Got the pistol but few bullets to shoot, Also lacking the courage to chase you; I'm not afraid: don't yet judge this as a lie, I'm just choosing between your back and side. Ignoring time and signs is just a waste, The metamorphosis has to take place: Here comes the gasoline, the spark, the wild fire, The innocent, the blinded witness, and the file liar.