head on

walk with me
seems logical
are you ok
no kidding, really
red on black becomes white
frigging look at me already
the fire consumes the fuel
do you need help
swords are drawn
yes i have
the game has begun

what do i do
the arbiter arrives
who am i

run to the finish line
procrastination pays off now
the sheath is thrown
ignorance is hideous
rest on my shoulder
glances become stares
blue and orange make brown
now do you understand
depression throws a fast ball
throw rationality to the wind
let me rest