NickyNailz
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And so it begins, our maiden voyage
We start, launching
glances, cannons, from across the room
Pull anchor, casting
off from walls we once docked
We sail, setting
She doesn't like the rain
It washes up what once was sunk
Dodging drops, all in vain
No, she doesn't like this rain
The shore littered with memories, pain
She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
If rays of light refract, rend rainbows,
then surely I can make a change
If salmon somehow stagger homeward,
surely I can stay the course
If men have trekked the might of mountains,
surely I can rise above
Words are loaded, tongues are sharp
speaking bullets, missing marks
conversation in crossfire
tensions like we're in trenches
and still this isn't the hardest part
Dropping bombs, explode, remark
"Won't you reconsider?" He said with a smirk
I try not to quiver, He catches a jerk
of the wrist, just a twitch, but enough to reveal
the nerves, now induced, by the thought of His work
There's something to be said of the Man Divided
To function with cogs not sync
With one eye open while other blinks
Only to look towards different directions
Different directions, and he's but one vessel
It's hard deciphering secret agendas when I'm busy deconstructing every word you say.
Depicting what you've yet to reveal, does that mean I have the upper hand, or am I simply playing into yours?
