the colonel is a good man

The harsh hand that write the lines
He falters, skips over the comma
Taking a deep breath, and staring

Searching for what young one?
An answer, Some guidance

You wrap your strength around my back
and impress me,
but each time it's for you, proving, reminding

I know I demand, and I test.
It's unfair, a string of empty promises and feelings.
I'm the one lacking.

The one that stays, figures and locks in the pandora,
for a fleeting surge, a momentary high.
Thank you, for without the rally im flotsam.