Woods Of Ypres

Drawing meaning from the unexpected,
A sign that cannot be denied.
A portrait of our everlasting expressions,
And the distance between us, side by side.
Nearing the end of this long discussion,
Still struggling for what more to say,
A man of words trying to argue his point,
With someone, who can afford to walk away.
This conflict of interest,
Of whether to act and indulge,
Or risk waiting for the greater gain,
That may never come.
I’m always pushing my luck, for nothing is ever good enough.
While you strive to protect, what you already have for nothing will ever be as good as it was.
(clean)