Bookeeping

My routine constantly reminds me
It's a day of preparation
Getting together this vacuous life
No joy, no pleasure, love denied
You gave me gifts
They brought me back
To home's warmth again.
But that confection, affection,
Must be tossed for conflict
Fighting wars which never end
One sword's edge, to my foe,
One to pierce me in the heart
So I might forget where I'm not
Who I'm not
The privileges denied me
Rights put away,
They don't phase one so brave.
Our tongues have stalled
Every reason else eviscerated,
As you anticipate my return
Believing in your heart
I'm fighting for you, us,
But in my heart, I wander.
Now my legs could break
With a feather's touch.
I'm the man
Who could never die,
Not in a thousand years would I fall.
Still I'm toppled by the silence
The truth you're unaware of
The strength of my conviction,
What I'd put down
To show it true,
I'd wager the world.
Whenever we're together
I can't find the words to say
That I love you
That we may find the world
Together, surf the sweetness fields
And fight and die
As happy soldiers
The past locked away;
However cowardly I am
No matter how hard the task
It's impossible
To otherwise envision the dream.

John Lockers

What the world needs, for the New World

I think we can agree, we live in a society that glorifies courage. Although at times the status quo is so adverse to change that the incentive is towards cowardice, few legacies are built on caution in the face of adversity. Those concerned with honor in any way at all can't get enough of the legacy building. It's one thing that drives my personal approaches from time to time, though there's few things about myself which I hate that much. I guess that's a mindset you generally develop.