Here I sit again
drained out, washed up and fingers worn;
left to wonder where the time has gone.

This disillusion I have dreamt of before
and I remain unfulfilled
holding steady for another day
but I wait in discontent

Soft and steady spiral
shoot me up to the heavens
trigger pressed
i rifle towards the skyline

In search of the unknown
I fly around aimlessly
plucking the clouds from the sky
one by one

Shimmering twilight
another day has since come to pass.
Without a hault,
I am going nowhere fast.

Puppet of this upset dynasty,
I parade around a "united" soldier
fallen to shambles under
a shameless facade.

They have stolen the dignity
of our fathers without blinking.
Onward we must march
before this ship is done sinking.