a broken covenant
saturday's paper can no longer cover our shadows
so we wait for sunday
to outsmart the arguments we neglect
i suspect you are the better person
in fact i am certain of this
i would even bet that you could withstand
the hand you’ve been dealt for eternity
with certainty i expect nothing
and hesitate towards becoming my own enemy
friends and family support our ego’s stance
keep us locked in our dance with destiny
i am moving beyond targets
like flowers i cannot be captured hastily
this uncertainty is wild like the grass
outside of mind
and space is freedom
unlimited weaving seething
upon looms of gold and silver
commonly forgotten
by merchants who never dance
i will not settle down
or let myself be captured
and shattered by the hands
of violent ambassadors
who left the peace corps
to join a pack of wolves
such as France's right-wing
troubadours