Victory Theme

Cold morning by the woods and a hangover blue sky
My brother was with me.
We walked in silence and still your name was on my lips
The crunch of leaves saying everything I wasn’t,
He turned to me, knowing what was on my mind, and said “You are looking only at yourself.”
He’s right. The memory of your face is a mirror,

so I was in love with my reflection.
Were you in love with yours?
I exhale, trying to remove this truth.
I inhale, bringing this sober chill inside.
I exhale, and my eyes met his,
“You can only see your breath when it is cold. What does that mean?”
His eyes remind me of my own.

Sprint to change, run now
while your courage is still on fire.
Coals will smolder and fade,
but you must burn like a building
to the very ground, leaving
no house to hide in.

Sober. I’m awake, right?
Sober.
Hey. Today. I’m here. Truth.
Eh, accept. Accept?
…
Accept? Sober.

Don’t accept it, nope. Why?
That’s obvious. Sober.

Same sentence, different punctuation.
No exclamation points this day,
at least until I accept another way.

I’m driving my car
around and around
slowly through neighborhoods,
but the mind I drive
around and around
has no gas pedal.
Through those same streets,
I am speeding.