The show of power

If not for one there could never be two
Two by two they march to you
lines and rows like gravestones
Weapons of mettle held in their hands

Over time the shapes might change
But the intent stays the same
Each one like the one before
Each one to settle the score

The great equalizer of mice and men
To pull together and tear apart again
The lines are drawn on maps and oceans
The world is smaller then one remembers

When the curtain is drowned the fiddler plays his fiddle
The dancers dance while the actors speak
We all have our part even those who do nothing
So when the curtain closes do you find yourself standing?

the nameless soldier

Sweat, blood, and tears lets empires rise and disappear
Old mean talking at the table has young men dying in fields
Truth be told that only the winner knows
How the story will go once it unfolds

No one ever knows the nameless soldiers when they grow
The years of childhood awaiting for the bullet to find him
He does not know the day will come
As he lays his head in the field to look at the sun

While the clouds paint pictures for him
The nights stay calm and tranquil
For every day is not his last
But the last day did come and pass

With his hand on his chest
He laid his head in the field for rest
His angle now by his side
He sheds his body to fly

Anxiety or depression the blue pill or the red?

I missed the kiss the taste before the end
The time we sang and the times you gave
The way you swayed with the wind
The times we showed everything

The one you were once before
The years showed all the scars
The taste of blood, mold, and decay
The feeling that there were no worries anyway

The cares we cared are no longer there
The only guaranty is that things will change or disappear
If you are stuck in the past then you are depressed
To  look towards the future then anxiety is your mess

Stay in the present it is a gift
Reflect on the past to make today's decisions
To change the future and not fall into yesterdays mistakes
 Until the day we sleep the sleep of our ancestors

Bad times

Like a cloud in the sky that drifts on by
Without a care without a hope without anyone to come home
It never sits there never stays still never knows more than air
After the rain it disappears

There is no one right answer, only pieces to the bigger picture

So you're lost out in space, trying to find yourself again
You know there's a better way, If you can only find the beginning
Life is so short anyways, but there as still so many days
What path should I take they all look the same

In circles is this game, religion is its name
What if every city had its god and all gods had their children
In time that city would look the same, all the children with that gods face
So we are not all the same and there is no one god that controls everyone

We are children of earth from the seven mothers of the stars
The heavens are out of reach to our technology today
If we knew we were born again would we stop only living for today?
To build a better place for tomorrow to be born again

When the gun was first invented how long until we fought each other with it?
To have the power to go to the starts, first, we need to work together to go to mars
The border is a line an idea of the mind do not pass mine and stay on your side
If religions have no borders then why do they not agree with one another?