Nicodemus

Drying your eyes, but you won't give in.
Calling on something you still hope you can win.

You rant and you rave on the inside,
for there's nothing left to do.

You've tried a few times,
when it's unbearably new.
Staying just long enough,
to pass away your blues.

What is this train,
you sling around the room?
Your emails couldn't pull off,
what you hoped they could do.

How long will you wait this time,
before crying again.
A new imagination to replace this old pain,
buy something else again and again.

This stage looms greater than your personal rights,
you scream discrimination, of duty and no fight.
Sweating profusely, still clutching the dice,
a fire from hell as hot as cold ice.

Time again for a conjugal visit,
maybe this time you'll call it's weak bluff.
You'll win this war worry,
if you can sit just a few.
Just let yourself go,
to the wind and what's true.

Oh Nicodemus, Why can't ya see us?
I have lied in wait for those like you.
Can't you see it, can't you feel it?
Those born of a spirit that rings so true.