Intenermation

The lightning hides the shadows . . .
Or do the shadows hide the light?
confusion runs topsy turvey
when you are up this late at night.
Dreams bleed reality.
Reality wakes into dreams.
The rhyme turns to obvious
but things are not as seems.

Battles can be lost
yet the war still be won.
Night flight fantasies of victory
exposed to light of sun.
Battle plans drawn up,
maps etched in great detail,
but first contact with the enemy
means the op order will fail.
Downhole time is seldom met,
intermission always runs long.

The body has much weakness.
Can the mind make it strong?
Shadow warriors keep fighting
no matter win or lose.
Life is but a stage he said.
Players serve only to amuse.
It may seem we’ve no choice,
still, go ahead and choose.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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