Toe to the chalk line - mark and set

Birthright conformity - a safety net

Lay down this bird held tight in hand

Beg favor from a distant emerald land

Chasing whims again...

Features blur in a casual glance

Pulse and promises notch the blinders tight

Capture the flag

Embrace prosperity

Hanging in the corridors of power

A withering vine of simple things

Waiting to die

Lift the symbol high

Indifferent to the present tense

A sense of purpose sits upon a fence

Sidelines strewn with blind regret

Haunted by voices that cry neglect

Standing in the rain

Wishing might explain...

Capture the flag

Embrace prosperity

Hanging in the corridors of power

A withering vine of simple things

Waiting - biding time to die

Raise the flag

Standing alone upon a hill

Dust upon a sill

I awake to a silent shout

Misguided past

Spent in endless quest

Time grinding down

Wisdom traded for mistakes that never end

Fences to defend

All while happiness wears a frown

Now the morning bell

Echoes out of step with modern decay

Capture the flag

Embrace prosperity

Hanging in the corridors of power

Capture the flag

Misplaced prosperity

Smothered in a blanket of desire

A withering vine of simple things

Waiting to die

Raise the flag

Half-mast alone upon a hill

Colorless & still