Legion Of My Own – Day 273, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Seeking a legion of soldiers to go to war with is,
Weaking treason against what’s blocking my metamorphisis.
What I need is a reason to keep moving forward in,
A field fill of dreams in a season as hot as every corner with,
A warning sign,
Glaring in your face each time you pass by,
Crash sites littered by packs besides,
Minds in a different realm of reality.
High enough for a meteoric fall striking whoever’s in proximity.
Tragically,
I’ve been marred by the impact of each,
Kin transforming into zombies I no longer relate to.
Every friend who fell victim to that fiery smoke as fatal,
As every joint lit,
To be stepped on by the end of a trip,
Finding yourself on the ground,
Over,
And,
Over again.
Seems like what I must seek is,
Strengthening my caliber to pick up a sword,
And,
Swing away before I’m dead inside of an everlasting grave…