Decisions never fitted, commitment never final. Kept thinking of the people, and how to get me viral. But because I wasn't ignorant, you kept my back, spinal and, that kept telling me that this was something final. But I would brush it off, dirt of the shoulder, now my heart is getting colder, I look in the mirror all I was doing, was getting older.
We're in a war, we all got to rig up. Given a gun called choice shooting when they tell me pull the trigger. Then I take a step back like, damn, this is my life. We're born into a battle where your souls the sacrifice. If I lose, I wanna die in the right fight so I turned to the Sergeant, and gave him what was mine. Now I'm geared up, shook fear off; had to buck up, wipe that tear off. Going to all the training, getting prepped for battle, not knowing my indecision made me a goat amongst the cattle, allowed the enemy to use me, whenever we would travel, so confused, I'm so cursed, I was troubled so much hassle! I was later past a manual and given a guide, thought I'd make it on my own and pushed them both aside. Convinced I was a hero, confused stupidity with pride, cause when I was fighting I never felt so alive.
Then some trooper came for help, I told him this was basic. Survival of the fittest you can make it out these mazes. BANG! BANG! BANG! Next thing I was at these shiny gates, I stopped in awe and thought, WOW, this is amazing. "I knew my fight would pay off, the Sarge is an honest man, he said whoever stayed loyal would make it to the promised land". Directed to this queue, waiting commendment for my duty, the closer I got, the stronger glory past right through me, had my head high, chest out, big smile and a glow to, I was next in line thinking the next place that I will go to. Then I could feel it all slipping, I felt a sense of struggle, the floors began to crack, the walls begun to crumble, I couldn't keep straight, I began to fall through, reached out to be saved, the voice said...
I DON'T KNOW YOU...
WELCOME TO THE DARKEST PART OF THE BRIGHTEST MIND
