Sky Fighter

In every city, every state, in every country you'll find hate, in every playground, every park, you'll see someone who leaves a mark of ignorance instead of bliss, of elegance that's gone remiss, of negligence to people's hearts, of people bruising with their bark.

They deepen wounds instead of heal, they stand for hate instead of kneel; they pile on instead of peel away the layers of what’s real. They steal away your sense of self, they rob your rich and inner wealth; they sneak up on you with the stealth that leaves you with a weight of welts.

I know this world can get you down and day to day you go 12 rounds and give it all, your pound for pound, and still wind up knocked on the ground. Found TKO’d and told to quit, just give it up, you’re not legit, got no saliva, you can’t spit, just toilet plunge away like shit.

You fit the image, stay in place, don’t break the mold, don’t own your space, don’t stand up tall, don’t speak up loud, don’t take it all, don’t disembowel yourself to become something grand, instead you stay in Munchkin land and watch the so-called “wizards” speak of lollipops and candy sweet.

They feed you just enough to keep your hunger satisfied with meek and week to week you become weak with all the strength life can deplete. But how bout this, just break away, rewrite your story here today, relay to all the nay’s that say you’re not enough, I’m walking-jay.

Just cross onto the other side, don’t look ahead or side to side, just free yourself and mind your mind and let your heart release the bind that’s blinded you and made your vision blurry with that indecision, shortcut through the long division; feel that healing make incisions.

Don’t pigeon foot, stomp on this piece, best live your life before decease, just strip the strife and light up trees and blow away your enemies. I’m freeing clear up into space, my spaceship’s racing at a pace that you won’t catch, don’t even try, my flights about to fight the sky.


Written by Tyler Wagner