Lasting

Smiling as the rain subsides into a distant memory ~ Somehow learning the secret of distance ~ unbelievable strength to overcome the grip of passion ~ doubting my sacrafice ~ enslaved by justice.

Gold and silver tokens to appreciate our weakness ~ reporting my duty to serve as a slave ~ Even though that was never what I desired ~ maybe I have stepped down by choice ~ maybe it's just my turn to be taken care of.

Author's Note

I don't ever follow any format; I write freely. So please comment on actual content and not so much on how it is presented. Thank you and enjoy!