Stunned by Harmony by Chris Vasquez

The lost seize of an army to war out the enemies from its protection.
Neglect to defend a fight of the life we choose to accept as home,
Alone it roams through a desert mind, dried by it negativity as placement in captivity of being one track minded...

Spoken actions contradict the fear in play of ones thoughts just to be reasonable,
It lies all in the hands of its protector,
And through it all the eyes become the compass to to a lost illusion of being..
Trapped in the chapter of hell, burned by facts, blackened from experience.

We subside to ease just a minute away from the detriment of our time now to chase a supposed,
War inclined only in the heat of battle no one to understand our biggest defeat is giving into it all being just another dream.

Believe what it's said to have scripted in the play along of Hollywood remake to which we envy just the chance of it being inevitable...

Praise be found in the hand of its writer, 
Homage be paid to the mind of the creator,
Awarded just another day to see the light that reflect it's thoughts to be it's inspiration of jotting words that segment creativity with the distinguished to another relation.