The Affected.
We are the lifted. We are the sown under. We surrender what we conquer to passing fancy.
Have we missed an opportunity?
Dig your spurs into my sides until the blades pierce my hide. My blood will spill out across the pasture and pool in my trodden foot prints. You will watch me lay there underneath the fence, gasping for air and waving my hair out of my eyes. Was it the approach? Why can't this one be broken? He refuses to succumb to the taming, the training... So you leave me there, laying underneath the fence all bloodied and decimated... you leave me there for the wolves to prey upon.
Like some kind of cannon fodder... I am victim to the guilt and you are victim to my stubbornness.
Have we missed an opportunity?
Dig your spurs into my sides until the blades pierce my hide. My blood will spill out across the pasture and pool in my trodden foot prints. You will watch me lay there underneath the fence, gasping for air and waving my hair out of my eyes. Was it the approach? Why can't this one be broken? He refuses to succumb to the taming, the training... So you leave me there, laying underneath the fence all bloodied and decimated... you leave me there for the wolves to prey upon.
Like some kind of cannon fodder... I am victim to the guilt and you are victim to my stubbornness.