Monday, March 16, 2009

Poem: The War In Your Head



1
When the way ahead is fogged,
When the doubt and cold set in,
You are at not at liberty to retreat.

2
When reason degenerates,
Flight is a mad scramble
For the exits.

3
Retreat is a gathering of reason
As the dark forces assemble;
A provisional step back

As you assemble a full head of steam,
Biding time
For the counter-insurgency.
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