Made memories
High stakes
Perception games
Battlefield
Of reality
What’s real
Marred ground
Scarred sky
5 armies dug in
All vying to win
Could they
All exist
At the same time
Dead memories
Revive and persist
Remember when
That trench was made
Foxholes bombed out
Flags being waved
Ripped uniforms
Broken swords
And 5 generals
On one battlefield
Fighting for
Their own causes
Over a 5 fronts
In a fabricky field
Of reality