ConfuSing wHat is reAl

Lets try something else, something new.
Asking questions easier to speak
Answering questions hard to chew
Life wasn't brought out of Everest's peak.

A measured life carefully trod.
Not once can I figure the end
When all that exists was a fraud,
Within me to live hardened.

Shouldn't I just have been a soldier
Not an army general?
Get your orders and fight for Lear
A confused king who lost it all.

Broken thoughts dreams worlds pulled apart straining
under the forces of the outside
Fallen to floor is a soldier, not bleeding, not hurt, not having fought a war.
But lost, dead, dying, struggling, living.
Death would have its beauty, serene, pleasant, romantic
in the battlefield warm, wet and smoky.
A photograph to be remembered in the arms of a loved one
Held close to chest. But not for this soldier, worn torn and born.
I am no atheist but He surely has a sense of humour which i really don't find funny.
Born under his care a child opens its eyes looks about
and sees the world a haze and fairies.
But not too long shall it last, blast, smack on the face.
Ungendered the child grows to realise that "he" is different from the shadow next to "him"
While the shadow grows to see that "she" is so different from the new inclusion to the room.
Grew the child became a loyal soldier - YOU GOT TO FOLLOW ORDERS OR SOMEONE DIES
Lives the life with small victories and a battle won, with scars to prove a glorious fight.
Until he meets an angel, a shadow, different, battle scarred of a different kind.
No more battles to fight, the soldier is back home building a new life.
Tries to be understood, reliving the days of childhood. Broken Lives Pulled Apart.