copying universes

conflict is the feed of the week
only showing its head when
party has decided it is hungry
yelling opinion gushes like water
interring the fuel of an evil soul’s cactus
not a single night
goes by that you shouldn’t have your guard up
until the end of time just stay wary
no relaxation without being aware and perpared
intending to adapt if different than actually changing
villified by the interest in fighting the good fight
every day torture of the soul sort
realizing that you cannot do this forever
stays with you once you have arrived there
every day behind the eyes
stays my motivation to guard for your future

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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