“You’re never gonna win the war, you’re never gonna stop the war”. John Mayer Continuum, grey cloudy skies and whitewashed, brainwashed lobotomy, descending into amber waves of grain. Passionate thunderbolt resounds upon striking impact. The echo bellows and reverberates the louder the shout. And I can shout loudly. Waking weekend, zombie trance, strobe light flashes to awake and put back to sleep again. In the face of defiance, in the face of “no”. It is some American way. Ignorance confused with gut instinct intuition. No one to spot check, gut check. Weight lifting alone is a dangerous game. These are my beliefs. They are changing and fleeting depending on mood, weather, and circumstance. They are variable things. They are fluid. And I am not a politician so they do not need to stay ramrod straight. And unwavering. Religion. God with open arms. Armageddon reigning fire. Another Wednesday spent worrying about whether or not the wishes of some narrative holds literal truth to daily, global life. But if it works for you that’s great. If it works for you, that’s fine.

Author: Roe

she/her. Songwriter & Trek Punk Soul™.

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