Should I tie my swords along my back
and prepare for battle,
as all good soldiers do?
should I stake my claim,
dig my heels down deep,
and make way for the start
as all hell breaks loose?

am I made of the steel
needed to withhold such a force?
in the face of the pressure,
should I fold?
become malleable,
and made to bend?
seek acceptance,
with a soul
that doesn't want to give such right now?

or, should I pull up my anchor
and leave this spot?
sail my ship away
to another destination?
set my sails,
of skull and crossbones
and become one with the sea,
as I stay with my ship,
float along with my ship...
go down with my ship.

well, if my sails soon choose
to reach to the ocean deep,
then my sword will go with,
for the dreary sleep.

8.27.06

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