The Ace
Anxious movements won't satisfy my spirit,
ebbing and flowing inside like the choppy waters against this barren land.
Food for the soul is bigger than catching fish,
so I will sharpen my mind's eye-tooth to taste the sweet taste of peace.
Inner tranquility trumps outer sedation,
so I grin as I pull out my Ace of Spades.
You thought the game was over,
you only looked at what you could see,
and missed the exterior hits I took to keep the interior calm,
ready and waiting.
The end all, beat all power key to winning the game?
Never give up your peace until the very end.
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