I can see only a
Glimpse of your soul
And I understand that
You don't care for me

A photograph captures a
Piece of the spirit and
Yet your eyes reveal
Nothing

Cast in iron,
We are wardogs
Fighting to a
Bitter end

Justifying a heinous
Means, we cook good
Hearts until they are
Nothing more than
Smooth ash

Eyes and souls at war,
We are fit for short
Lives and expire
Quickly in our youth

Fate demands we serve
And meet our demise
At the hands of those
Whom we look up at

Not because they are
Higher than us but
Because they sit on
Lofty stools

We're a lost impossible
A doomed vernacular
Children of the Why and
Parents of the How;
I'm stuck between
Two ultimatums

I don't take thoughts hostage
Like my parents did and I
Won't forget the world like
Our descendants will

But I'm burning stolen time
And I don't plan on giving it back

Bad moods don't breed good words
I've learned
Even the dark side of Mars
Sees the sun sometimes
And the dark side of Luna
Sees it as well

Don't make a boy a promise you
Can't keep if you'll get bored the
Next day over and leave him in the dust

Don't take what you can't give back
Don't use up energy you can't replace
Because my time is gold and you aren't

Tiny struggles
Little civil wars

Beg for a reaction
And I won't budge

I know the way you walk
On a bad day
The way your hips speak
To the wind and the way
The air listens

I can read the sway like a book
Or like a bible;
I haven't decided which yet
But I know that your eyes
Can't change my mind
No matter how hard you try

I know you're crazy;
The way your arms fly apart
Like a duck in a bird hunt
And when I walk away I know
You're falling too