The paradox of a soldier..

We decide our life. Ensure you figure out what you need.

The paradox of a soldier..

The paradox of a soldier.

He loved war, 

he loved the whiskey 

and love new cities and great adventures.

Being in love, a beleaquer place for him.

He rested his deck of cards on a table,

a old deck of cards he used often and 

he asked the night.

Old card tricks, new card tricks become the same ending.

His friend of many year. She told him.

You have become rotten ripe,

decayed to s****y attitude and you have shuffle the cards too often.

And you have lost.

You have balked at life and you have lost your real face.

Do you remember who you are?

He hugged her and he released her.

He drank the glass of the whiskey and he told her.

If you swim in s**t, after a time.

The s**t smelled like perfume.

Maybe tonight I will rest the desk of cards,

maybe the twisted road, I have known.

Can lead me to a place, I can rest.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.