Victory

My Feng Shui's exhausted.
Not quite red when I'm cautious.
That yellow sector, 
Just means I’m guarded.
All parts of me;
Confined beyond a lock and key
Indefinitely.
But;
Should this be? 
I mean; seriously.

If on the chop
 I’m watching all the marks
Targeted,
As often as possible. 
It’s less likely I’ll be sniped 
from the rooftop by 
Crossfire. 
Still,
They hide while camping. 
Waiting for the opportunity to 
Squeeze,
Aim,
Fire;
That’s a strategy,
Like fortnight, 
I’m mid-flight.
But, I digress.

We’re squad deep. 
Psyche, it’s all me, 
Shit, I’m lying
To myself 
Because I’ve done this so well
In the past.
Impressions are the general settings
In the scheme of it all,
That's a tone set.
Now that my reasons confirmed, 
I’m more inclined to listen. 
And, I mean truly 
Listen.

You can’t retract who you are
Once we’ve witnessed it.
A change of opinion
Once set 
Its hard to regress.  
That’s Evident.
Or evidence.
Gavel drop that’s a
Case closed, 
I could go on and on: 
On who fault lies with; 
That’s senseless. 

Too many vulture 
Existing in the present 
Who pick the carcass.
All parts left clean.
Remains digested
And excreted.  
I’m not faultless myself
I did it.

But then reminders
Are like insurance binders.
Attached,
They’re locked to the driver.
I’ve failed a thousand times 
And will some more
But the taste of victory
Is sweetener than the core of a honey dew
With a hint of cinnamon. 

Those aspirations
Can take us places, 
If we trust the process.
Although, I wear feelings
As a sense of pride
I’d sooner die than pout
Or lash out. 

If I blow a gasket 
Who eats the damages?
I
Me or
We. 
Thats a hardship
Waiting to happen
Petty, I’m above it
Sensibly. 

I’m on my final lap like kip 
On a race track. 
Rural legend
With a subtle message.
Trials are but an 
Intangibility which determines 
Ones ability.
What a testimony?!?
Nope,
That's a triumph at all cost. 
And I strive for my victory.