peace

 

I believe peace will be my final evolutionary adaption       I have no secret ambitions      I left no stone unturned      but I still feel like a chump     it’s a question of personal power     demons assault my imagination      ghosts with billy clubs and poisoned blades    I ought to defend myself     but where do I begin?      you cannot slay a memory       you can’t murder a dream    no, violence won’t see me through      I’m just howling at the moon      the only distraction left to me    they say there’s no peace for the wicked       I’m hoping that’s not true