Is it so shockingly strange to admit defeat?
I have convinced myself that to lose is a sin
So I will quietly creep back under my bed-sheet
I am weary of telling my family to keep peace
Is it so ridiculously daft to love your own?
I have told my family that fighting must cease
So I will reluctantly sit down from my royal throne
I am sick of hammering against four solid walls
Is it so weirdly destructive to build from afresh?
I have hammered rusty nails into my rubber balls
So I will prematurely eject all hope from my flesh
I am best off relaxing in front of a black box
Is it so reassuringly normal to lock yourself inside?
I have relaxed so much that I took off my socks
So I will spend the rest of my life living to hide
I am loving the start of the end of duality
Is it so crazy to believe that people can unite?
I have determined that each nation must be sovereign
So I will start by going full board on my countries fight
I am beginning to see that hard word does pay off
Is it wise to think that it is too late to start grafting?
I have been the best example I can think to lead the charge
So I will not stop from editing this shit I am drafting
Cheers!
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