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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