They have me

Or so they think
Caught in the claws
Of the ticking Time Dragon

My insides twist at the thought

Of peace attained through insight
Of words drained from the pen about the page

What is it to be real?
A warrior?
A jester?
A sinner?

And to be genuine is to tell the truth?

Then why do these games play out?
To influence change and acceptance
To birth the will of the magician