war amongst the four

Sick is how I feel, with every post you press upon me

Manic is your aura, take a break from thinking of me

I’ve cut the chord, purged my soul into other needs and wants

You have consumed the 3 blessings, check your motives and your fonts

I won’t leave you guessing but others have been blunt

I’m tired of the sitting and minding manics as they play

Amongst the trees beside the ocean, I begin to sway

Let me be, release my rope, so I can breathe again

I only asked for one thing and am charitable to the end

But I won’t be played the fool and know I love you my friend