Survivor

The frantic soul along loose lines the roll of the dice Along with its frustrated alibi taunting for control An illustrative look at the passing eagle flying in the air free There is a survivor in is all some standing tall Amidst the breeze flowing by a delicate rose In times of quality we are taken back at bit. Like a bridge over troubled water A thought or a glance at yesterday's plans A barrier of mere thought by which to seek & understand Through creative loss of love in its unique timeless plight For to curse the day yet forget the night Like a survivor in a slighted debate; We tred upon the hardship amidst the caged fury pain, While the entire world outside is insane... Looking for love in all the wrong places scattered traces Bed room eyes making second glances no surprise; The world today is a will for power amidst no sorrow For the notion of resistance is a passing fade In rhetoric circumstances through weekly satire Among the strongest we have become weak In conclusion, the survivor finds that they are turning over a brand new leaf As if caged fury within tolerant pain grasping for straws Then comes the confrontation from within A second guessing & then Lastly, we confront the idol mockery with viscious fangs that bite thee Chosen formed asps out in rhetoric torn desolation Perhaps I'm in need of a break in a long awaited vacation?