You have to be brave to admit new peace
We've clung to the rocks of our perspectives
Serving our own argumentative beasts
Certain of our own moral invectives
How to release through waves of confusion
that permeate this steely certainty ?
Is the white flag an illusion
Or does it require a response from me?
This is what we want and all that we need
But letting go is a subtle art form
From the razors edge and tempests seed
new born trust is taunted by righteous scorn
This is the wrong kind of adaptation
in such a delicate situation
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