Red Flag

I have my hands held on what I know
In a torturous hindsight, I find the start
I wish I knew where peace begins and ends
At all the times when all the wars portends

This is a surpassed moment of truth
A previously bypassed moment of light
This is a pure coup d'etat of freedom
An everlasting delayed self guide

This burden of wanting without craving
And see it all without expectation
Without a path or predestination
Relearning what a simple inclination means
Keeps me seaming all the torns in between
As my heart sight and raise the red flags

Now no redemption could possibly
Amend or repeal the force of a departure
And no path or blood running backwards
Could restart all this unwavering motion

This is a second chance to come clean
A wary warning to never across the line
This is the fall of the walls by the winds
A late reclaim for ground, air and light

Every lie turning into truth
Every belief that will never come through
Every overtime and overturn
Every brutal twist of every abiding yearn
And I march on