Run if it suits you.
Turn your head, distractions galore,
wall of denial forever higher, ever-thickening.
I’m going to chose this conflict,
fight this fight, for
everyday is just another battle in the war
and we’re all on the front lines.
No use sticking your head in the sand,
ass bare and tempting to the vicious
jaws of reality.
And so I’m standing tall,
head pushing my way, open eyes strained,
passion pushing my soles against
the warmth earth.