Similarities

Lightning strikes at midnight.
On your outing, flying kites.

You hold your shield and with your pike.
You think that your invincible.

But you should know,

Life is quite when not complex.
Like a marksman best shot.
A statistician’s best guess.

It’s all about the movement of the operator.
And the manipulator’s attempt to make him stumble.
Don’t let you fingers fumble – don’t let your thoughts break theme.

I’m trying to say,

Remember, coal turns to steam.
And without fuel there is no feeling, is no furnace is no dream.

So, it saddens me to watch those go by,
Unignited – without self-control, without self-esteem.

But a lifeboat can only hold so many,
and a river can only run downstream.

It’s funny to think about,

That some sailors protest to such a simple request
To live long and travel high seas.

And a soldier’s request, the last, made of thirst.
In such a simple conquest.

Goes unheard of.
Unseen.

If he ever stood for something, what on Earth did he fall for? What ever could it be?
He fell.

For nothing.
And now lifeless, he bleeds.

Gone.