Unimaginable and irrational,
only time can topple the obstacle.
An abominable pothole,
no 'oh shit' handle 2 grab hold.
This soldiers soul is past cold,
though his mind is bold..past gold.
Through gravel...he travels...amongst assholes,
beholding hassles...as battles unravel.
His knowlege of living is ample...
with samples and vivid examples.
Haunted by phantoms...of love he abandoned,
at random his heart is dismantled.
He dreams of the Apples he traded for shackles,
the demons he grapples...chuckle and cackle.
He rants and he rambles, canned in a capsule,
in shambles, while another man sleeps in his castle.