No Competition
the middle ground the road of equality
or is it the road of safe travel
too far one way could cost you your life
or everyone else's
this weary traveler invesigates
both sides of the road
while maintaing equilibrium stolling abode
straying sometimes to the left
partaking in the right
sometimes in gesture mistaken
for a creature of the night
an eternal zombie of sort
casually consorting with all and many
her plans were never unknown
to her but they were straved
deprived of the pain and essence
handed upon her by the gods
her knapscak was torn and tattered
mangeld heart upon her sleeve
dishevled and mishappen
always focused in the fog
as she lit her cigarrette
a perplexing smile bestowed
her heart was not like many
nobody i had ever known
her crooked teeth
to her marching walk
i caught up to her one day
and lady i bellowed
what keeps you walking
god or a fellow?
she cocked her head
and flung her ash
titled and looked at me just so
honest and jokingly simply said
you see this is how we go
some pick i side
i pick em all
ill walk like a soldier
to united we all go
as she stopped so to did time
she walked into the fog
back into my mind