Tables turn,
Like they had an engine connected to their wheels.
I should put more trust in natural order,
Prey doesn't hunt predator.
But often times that's how it's dressed,
No wonder they say, "Preying on."
Yet, I tend to be wrong,
My gut is a busted compass.
So which way do I wander,
When both paths are double crossed.
I know they'll all say,
"My way!"
So who's lying,
Who's prey?
They lie, they cower,
Who's in the right place of power?
Cross reference image search,
Google lens counts one lie.
The dots connect,
I count two truths.
Truths defined by information,
Not instigation.
Patience,
I am waiting,
To see how this plays out.
When once a crusader,
Faded to dust,
I watch the scenes,
Record what I must.
My heart tells me one thing,
My brain, another.
We must put trust in each other,
I trust my heart.
Yet if I'm wrong,
My brain will bite my behind.
Leave me be,
I'm just pointing it out.
No one should have to fear,
Trying to write here.
It wasn't always like this,
Was it?
Wasn't.
There's a gap here,
Needs to be filled.
Haven't seen,
Since 4/14.
Buying sunshine,
Supporters disappear,
Recreated.
Am I mistaken?
At the end of the day,
Should we throw the towel in?
Maybe it could help,
If we put this on the shelf.
They aren't winning,
But neither are you,
A battle of attrition,
Fueled by masks and brutes.
There's some things we can never keep down,
They get more confusing each time they reappear.
