Capture the Flag
by Michael Doyle

There you are with your mind scattered
Having fought hard for what is said mattered
None of this means all that much to you
Just another bit of life to go through

Like rats caught in Skinner's maze
You watch the fight in a kind of daze
It matters little how the shadow plays
When all you  want is that one gaze

That sinks into you like it must
Revealing itself as something you can trust
Everyone seems to fight for their pack of lies
It's cold and lonely when seen and you realize

Tribes playing at a macabre capture the flag
Tired, tainted and tattered like an old rag
We're always encouraged to keep our eyes on the prize
But, what do you do when we find out it's all been lies?

(c) August 31, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved