I’m not one to argue, to take stands, to care
my silence is my shield, my apathy my cure
my face points sideways, my eyes look nowhere
my lips locked in shutters, my voice lisps mutter
my walk is sitting, my aim is astray
my goal just being, my life a foreplay
my blood not dripping, my veins keep spitting
my breath is frozen, fractured spine emboldened
angels keep knocking, begging me to say
belief in something, cry loud, pray
sun god scolds me, lest I take a stand
hold up the holy, rise and be a man
part of me wonders, would I stand a chance
lived a life of shadows, would I die a saint
Shawn
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