Sound the horns, raise the banners. I never wanted to be a fighter, but this is war whether I like it or not.
Every turn, every step, you have poked and prodded and pushed every button. You have gone out of your way to get in mine. Di(more)d you really think that I wouldn't notice? Wouldn't be bothered? Wouldn't bite back one day.
Our weapons must be subtle, or this childish game will extend past our own little office struggle. But if you can't be bothered to make life easier for me, I won't make life easier for you. Not after you've thrown enough punches to have me up in arms.
Prepare for battle, ye cankerous toad. I'm out with a vengeance and I have little to fear from you.(less)
My foe is not a country, nor another person, and yet today I take up arms in this war that rages from my first to my last breath.
The battle lines are drawn. I can exist, enjoying happiness where it finds me and the life of mediocrity that(more) calls my name with its gentle whisper and promises of comfort and rest. Or I can live, take chances, take risks, push doors that feel firmly closed on the off chance a crack may open to a new path.
This is the life I want. But the foes line up before me, procrastination and doubt and distractions, and again a day fades fast, and a week and a month and a year. I cling to time as water slipping through my fingers, and before I know it not a drop remains.
But I will not surrender. Each day is a new world and I can shape it. This day I am up in arms to wage the war on self that would keep my future small.
Up in arms and out of reach,
From a helping hand in this spinning wheel.
Looking back as time goes forward,
Cashing lots on blind minds and empty deals.
Within and without with nothing new,
Still losing to the dealer of merciful hands.
(more) Blink of eye and left in debt,
Crossing out with pencils past hopes and future plans.
Up in arms, without a clue
Up in arms and letting it happen again.
Turning tides bring the sea up high,
just as turning tides bring it back to shore. (less)