The Battlefield

The battle's in my mind, the struggles that I grind.,
I am at the frontline not behind, hoping victory's what I'll find.
The truth I'm seeing is bound to make you blind, rallying & fighting with the best of all mankind.,
Is it the war we fight or the peace that binds, Or the pleasure I salvage within that finds?
I ponder. When am I to get over yonder?
As much as distance makes the heart grow fonder..,
this dance makes the fight get colder.
The armour is on & the banner is flying ;
the attack is on & the enemy is dying.
Will I access this sweet success?
Will I possess that which am obsessed?
I juggle through the jungle of puzzles and mazes,
and untangle the chord of thoughts that amazes,
me,
as it turns and knots itself in a haze,
obscuring clarity leaving me in a daze.
Just like diapers I might need change,
will you buy my thoughts & say "keep change"?
Change ammunition and pull the trigger,
No retribution and the pay 6-figure,
No condemnation I thus increase the vigour.

The art of the battle & am at the heart of the war,
Am holding the mantle & am defeating them all.
The field is my mind & am dancing to the music,
The field is mine, am at it & am amusing.