The General - Elsinore

A variance to see me smile

The evidence is painted by my eyes

The times belie the other side

The worry lines imply

No stake put in the words

It’s better to be seen than to be heard

I find the line beside being trite has been a bit obscured

Now and again I feel itch for taking flight

A scratch and I’m off chasing the sun

The fear is enough to hold me above the fear inside

A second chance to see me dance

My way across a second-story lie

With the end in sight, a burning light on all the shit I’ll buy

Foremost of my flaws

To worry on effect despite the cause

It’s not about the where, but getting there that warrants my applause

Whatever to win is seemingly the mantra of our times

But, ours is not a race meant to be won

With our head in the clouds I’ll chasing my dreams a while