Between You and I

One step up, one step down'"
Run, once, and run again, running for the crown.

Stomping, screaming mad.
You selfishly believe you'll another forever make sad.

Closing out every thought but what you alone hold dear.
Forgetting, it is within the cliché that Satan does run free and clear.

Discontent, discord, rows dug deep, seeds planted to sprout.
A bitter root is there any doubt?

Secrets brought to light.
How soon does the slanderous gossip begin to take flight?

Seeing your ideals brought to light, the shatter shards do glisten and shine.
Hoping to control damage, you begin once again, a harsh and cruel tirade, feeding all who would dine.

Believing yourself alone to be right, you lift up high your steps in never ending pride.
How long the tidal wave will you ride?

Riding higher and higher, ever forgetful that every high tide ends with a thunderous blinding crash'"
My dear friend be careful with what words you use, as ever higher will be the foaming ash.