The morning writes, to it’s dear friend future
I saw you in the dusk, the dusk writes to the
Dawn, I saw you in the past, we were one
We stand together old friends, power struggle
The mind, I was launched into, by my own will
Overtook itself, I tried to teach you to ease yours
The wounds of wars, and the scars of the past
I try to explain to you, is exactly what we needed
To grow, to fear sufficiently, to know the power
Immoveable, like trying to shift void, the only thing
That shifts, is the will, and the gifts, bestowed upon us
Not that we have a choice, sooner or later, the house wins
The royal casino came equipped with every game to take
Chips on shoulders away, you cry as all your wealth is gone
At the cost of fun, adventure, risk, greed absorbs most men
The morning reigns in light and we walk out to the sun shining
Down on us, causing our chemicals in body to change, transmute
I allow you to know that logic can defeat knowing, referencing the book
You have the ability to be so much more than even I can imagine
If you can just corner the place between rage and serenity
And know that will, can never be blinded, subconsciously, consciously.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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