We fight on the horizons of the purple sky;
Me, with the sword,
And you, with the gun.
Both skilled in these arts
We continue on
Watching.
Always watching
Seeing if we can read minds.
Me, with my heart,
And you, with your logic.
Me, with the old ways
You, with the stats,
With the measured calculations.
Me, wondering what's the point of it all?
We part ways once morning strikes
Through the defeated landscapes.
In it lie our winnings and defeats.
Me, with my mangled heart,
You, with yours stone cold.
We both have lost,
We both have gained,
Me, with my strength,
And you, with your stats.
Next time we shall see,
The same mistakes wont be made.
We both have learned
The hard way?
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PoetryRandom thoughts. Can they be called poetry? I have no idea.
