Pick now your stone
For surely I know your stone on me
Will be the first to fall
Don’t hide behind a smile
For I can see through to the insincerity
As surely as I can discern the intent
What is trust when handed to you?
Where can our boundaries meet?
If you fight without rules?
Memories of days past
Brought forward by anxieties of tomorrow
So wary of you, am I
I stand facing you never giving you my back
The coward you are
You favour my back
But turn, I would not
Still, I give you all that you have come to hate
My courage and pragmatism
I, your Hercules heel,
You, my downfall
The uncertainty therefore is the result
No shock from me at your actions
Far from of old have I been warned.