The General

A variance to see me smile
 The evidence is painted by my eyes
 The times belie the other side
 The worry lines imply
 No stake put in the words
 It's better to be seen than to be heard
 I find the line beside being trite has been a bit obscured
 Now and again I feel itch for taking flight
 A scratch and I'm off chasing the sun
 The fear is enough to hold me above the fear inside
 A second chance to see me dance
 My way across a second-story lie
 With the end in sight, a burning light on all the shit I'll buy
 Foremost of my flaws
 To worry on effect despite the cause
 It's not about the where, but getting there that warrants my applause
 Whatever to win is seemingly the mantra of our times
 But, ours is not a race meant to be won
 With our head in the clouds I'll chasing my dreams a while