Dissonance

A slow afternoon, the sweet smell of the evening

On shore breeze overhead, a second wind

Slows over blooming hills, it becomes a

Blanket of air to keep out the chill

We're all warm, docile, and still

And still we remember our reminders and alarms

It's a nice excuse to look down and pocket check the phone

Wouldn't you know we're at war, it's called total war

Always the same explanations, myths and lore

Thousands of miles of front lines but there are none at our back

Door