Truth?

The hardest truth is knowing that’s it all a game.

Knowing that even though we’re all the same,

and even that truth doesn’t cut it.

Knowing centuries of pawns made this life of hell.

Knowing only centuries of war could get us out.

Knowing some take pride in this life laid down,

Built by others…

Death is tradition, false laws taught and governed.

Peace is killed.

Every single instance.

Because peace on earth means resistance.

…or something.

It took a lot to kill my innocence…

But you did it.

The only faith I’ve got now

Is when I make the choice to lean back

and fall.

Distance never ending

Falling but in ascension.

Reckless learning life’s hard lessons,

Aren’t even lessons,

But just wasted time passed.

Fueling their egos.

Fanning their flame.

After all,

I was born into their game.

Just a pawn.