Maybe it's time
The captain goes to.
Maybe it's wrong
But I still want to ask you.
I know it's been long
But now it hurts like a loose
Cheap shirt
That's patiently grinding away
At the skin and flesh
That I call home that I call
My own.

It would be justified if the assaults Came
In waves
Of gratitude and respect and all the Pillars of hope and love that we
Stand on
High
Unexalted and unimpressed
With the thoughts that dwell deep Within.
They don't.
And the presiding rune says
"Maybe give up".


**** that it's time
To fight. Fight yellow tooth and Chipped glossy nail
For what's yours.
Fight with threads pulled tight
By the wind
Flying high into the blue but beyond That into the place
Where you can be exalted.

Maybe our feelings dwell where the stars lay,
the reason why it's concealed during the day,
perhaps that's the reason why we still procrastinate,
desiring that someday, being together becomes our fate.
When that desirable moment comes, trust that I would never hesitate,
I'll take your hand and contemplate,
After all, we were bound by fate.


-Unexalted