Surgery
Surge…
A sudden burst of feeling that cannot be controlled
An energy trapped in a man’s container
Never been this strong, never been so disruptive
Dictated by external symptoms
Triggered by outside resistance
It prohibits walking
More of like going into running
Picture it as human
Trapped in a solid monumental statue
Trying to get out, to get out…
I stand and wait
But the legs keep on moving
Kicking straight down
Sooner or later on
It thrusts…
It may be anger
Ain’t outside aggression
Keeping it inside
Because nobody is involved
No one else
My bones may be brittle
They will soon break in contact
Will never be my weak spot
Every STRIKE…
Every HIT…
Surprise me if you can
Pass the test to be will’s nemesis
For every man has its own foe
Its own ally
But in the end
Man will sleep and rest
Man will rise tomorrow
And reclaim his power again
When he gets weak
He seeks…
…he seeks…
…he seeks…
…he may not know what it is…
…when he sees it…he knows…
IT’S JUST IN HIM…
