Battle Ground

It is always a battle ground up here.

Thoughts colliding ,incomprehensibly

I could try to explain but who would understand?

I mean, I barely do.

We probably can't let anyone in

A path we need to walk alone

We are always going to be the only wolf howling at the full moon

The only one drinking from the bottle of booze

We did make progress ,that's for sure

We put the house in order, or am i wrong?

We identified and shut fear out, didn't we?

So where is the ground we are supposed to be standing on?

In a pathless jungle without a map

A student in an exam hall without a pen

It is all sticks and stones breaking my bones

Grace I don't give myself for things I must atone.

If the heavens are watching, do they feel pity?

If hell is that hot, is that why I feel crispy?

We've got out of this before, we can do it again

I fear ,like cancer, to this, there is no cure.