It’s a mistake

We are moving backwards
General, we must retreat
The troops are perishing
Who is the enemy?

In the mirror I see a gun pointed at me
Guilty by a jury of my peers
Sitting and laughing with their horns pointed to the clouds

I hear the sirens
Warning lights blind me

Can I find comfort in the life I have led?
Mistakes I have made?
The classic fool

Betrayed by the life I trust
But driven by a conscious pursuit of inner peace

Should we all die to eradicate the fear or journey through this fragile corridor translucent with a mosaic of past and future?

Yes
Yes
Yes

The fear will go away
Slowly
The fear will go away

Soon, we will all understand