one wants to throw kicks

one wants to throw kicks
and let fists fly
one wants to run screaming
forever into the night
far into darkness
dissolving back to dust
poof
an abortion from the tyranny

shoot my star
far and beyond

but then far enough away
out of the realm of its influence
(such a tricky endeavor but i tell you
it still exists somewhere. it’s got to)

hunker down underground
i know some caves 
can we wait it out?
or are we called to fight?

but what exactly does that
look like?

is waiting it out the real fight
where the monsters consume themselves
expose themselves and annihilate themselves
and we the masters of the unsheathed sword?

i don’t know
i just don’t fucking know