I am not a soldier
I do not believe in war
I refuse to acknowledge death
All the battles I wage
Are all against myself
Then you come into my battlefield
I am lost and I flounder
I keep my weapons down
And I wonder
What I have lost
What I have found
The sun is setting
With no blood shed
So I get rid of you
with your penetrating gaze
pick up my sword
and continue the sluicing
within myself, myself, myself.