I wish I was a shield
My whole existence behind me
My foes laid out before me
And my purpose unconcealed
but sometimes
I wish I was a spear
And my body may be vulnerable
but the blade of my crown is venerable
as I rush forth to shatter lives on my veneer
when I dream
I only hope I can be courageous
I can only beg my own consciousness for tenacity
that wings of my dreams don't betray my authority
but reality can grow contagious
when I remember
I wish I had been courageous
but I am not the man I venture toward
nor the man I am loved for
I am not courageous
I never hold the line
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