Capture The Flag (Tiles)

Toe to the chalk line - mark & set Birthright conformity - a safety net lay down this bird held tight in hand Beg favor from a distant emerald land Chasing whims again... Features blur in a casual glance Pulse & promises notch the blinders tight Capture the flag Embrace prosperity Hanging in the corridors of power A withering vine of simple things Waiting to die Lift the symbol high Indifferent to the present tense A sense of purpose sits upon a fence Sidelines strewn with blind regret Haunted by voices that cry neglect Standing in the rain Wishing might explain... Capture the flag Embrace prosperity Hanging in the corridors of power A withering vine of simple things Waiting - biding time to die Raise the flag Standing alone upon a hill Dust upon a sill I awake to a silent shout Misguided past Spent in endless quest Time grinding down Wisdom traded for mistakes that never end Fences to defend All while happiness wears a frown Now the morning bell Echoes out of step with modern decay Capture the flag Embrace prosperity Hanging in the corridors of power Capture the flag Misplaced prosperity Smothered in a blanket of desire A withering vine of simple things Waiting to die Raise the flag Half-mast alone upon a hill Colorless & still