F.W.B

I am so exhausted from paying this game with no end
The one that you have to guess who's your enemy and who's your friend
There is no rules, no time outs, no penalties, no breaks
There are no victors, the point is to see how much pain you can take

Now this game is a game in another game
The one where in life you either succeed or fail
For this one you need your friends to have your back
To keep you grounded and on the right track

So to my back is my most trusted companions
Yet still I fear the risk of the concealed weapons
When will the true face finally be unearthed
When the mask will finally react like pollen and be dispersed

These are all games on the outside but there is another game more dangerously played
The game of the heart, the mind, the soul and everything you hold.
I have played this game thinking that there is nothing to it
It will be easy to play, easy to dominate
But can you such a game of war with no armor, no my men at arms
Bullet proof vest is so weak, no true shield
My gun is a water pistol and even my sling shot is armed with cotton balls
My bow and no arrows are the best that I have
Nothing to protect my head, so in this game
My head is not of much use because its half there and half blown away


Written By: Jaydon N. Foster in 2012