battleground against my will

it's this haunting sound
what is it?
i sense it all around
it's something i never get
my mother says i'm paranoid
my brother says i'm crazy
i would be overjoyed
if my knowledge on it wasn't so hazy
they do their best to make others
think there's something wrong with me
it ruffles my feathers
but i leave things be
after all, this battleground is supernatural
okay! i am nuts!
... no, you've convinced me with logic natural
that you'll continue to live in your ruts
... however, i wish i thought like you
and that all this was something new
the worst thing is even when i pray
i don't know what to do.

Battlegrounds...

oldaspirationsneverdie...7
The fields of battlegrounds are everpresent....what can one do
when we are so unlike the others picking flowers in the fields, it's
as if there are not enough roses to give to everyone, hence the
battle ensues, and the prayers, to a god surreal, "this battleground
is supernatural"! Yes, and just what can any of the warriors do,
those classified "nuts" are sometimes nutz? So we just continue
to pray and the Lord will ease our minds with love..."He will provide
something new"! I like this very original and fascinationg poem, I
can relate to it as people always steal my roses and call me nutz!
Yes, I pray!

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