[As featured in the novel, Missing Side of a Rubik’s Cube]
You stepped into the light
An ocean of hate
You tried so hard
To rewrite fate
But amidst these scars
You sleep with no wake
Through sleepless nights
You sit with your fears
Afraid to come by
You sail on your tears
Your mind wants to fight
But your bullets adhere
The war is long
Time is little
Statues of morals fall
Of limbs and of dreams
Friends pay the toll
Lost in deserts and jungles
Towards freedom they tell you
The train must continue
So you ignore the pain
That grows there within you
Foreign nations they need you
So you go where they kill you
When you return
It is cold in the summer
A fever you burn
Through the unfolding winter
You live with concerns
And you’ve lost all your laughter
Your body is home
But your mind’s not there
The soul feels cold
Alone and bare
Still riding that train
But going nowhere
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