Conscience, and Other Monsters.

I added another string to a useless bow.
I built another worthless place to go.
I let indecision forge this new vision.
So I blink at the sharp afterglow.

I walk a tightrope of dynamite fuse.
Commanding ships of deaf and mute crews.
A paradigm of badly used time
I sail up waterfalls of my ruse.

I shelter monsters in angelic glades.
Encourage sloth as diligence fades.
I set the pace of a rarely won race,
As we rush to relive our escapades.

Commandeer the blood rush of history,
To be used in private smiles of memory.
We leave as a token thoughts unspoken,
Written as our joy and our misery.