In Every Game

They expect me to be

Because they’ve never seen

Sitting across from the man who apparently has the plan

To rule the world.

They can’t see, I don’t let them

The rips and tears he cuts through me as I walk away

Begin.

The world is gray

No it’s black and white out there

It’s white when he’s right

Black when you’re wrong

But you try your hardest to

Clarify.

Black is gray

White is right

There you go to your room to waste away the day

If I told them why I’m here

I’d be pinned as weak

Be shunned as not understanding the world beneath my feet

But if it’s under my feet than it is my world and I should know what is best

Instead I sit in a chair and count the beats

Til’ time sets and we’re back to meet

On the battle grounds

This time I let my guard down I say he’s right

Nothing changes if he’s right he has to

Explain.

I didn’t need to know

I didn’t want to know

I did walk out and take the blame on which I do in every game

When we sit down to eat.

It’s strange to think that tears sink if there in not water to catch them

They sunk into some deep river of power that calms them

Yet in the corner of your eye that place where thin flesh meets white

Mucus?

There is a defensive army, there to protect anything dear.

If we are fed lies, then they travel far

He trashes his own birth cake to take an upper hand.

Those lies rooted in his heart, to make him believe he is a lord

And those who oppose will be put in the place to work and make time because he wastes all of mine

Trying to appease him, with a paper thin heart.