Honour Roll

They are coming for me.

I can't run any faster.
Parts of me want to join them so I have a problem dodging their blasters.
How are those guns so huge anyways?
And can I blame this predicament on my brain lag?
The other players are getting agitated, some willing to join the cause,
Some not letting the willing go, keeping them with an applause.

Security.
They are secure.
Or at least they feel that way.
Do they not realize their reverse gear?
They fight internally all day.
But in the end their war is lost.
They are brought back into the abyss of delinquency into the star cluster of Lackluster,
and I'm her fighting. Fighting. Finding my own way.
Looking to the future.
Moving from the planet of backward; escaping the gravity.

In the end all our battles become outward
We unconsciously pull at others to join the cause we are comfortable with.
However, nothing about success is comfortable except the end.
So what is our end?
Will these men wound us?
So we become zombies of the void?
Slaves to poverty and idleness?

I can't escape.
But I won't give in either.
Their is positivity and determination.
So theyre about to get a lethal injection.
I'm loading the clips and charging the bass. (FIRE THA BASS CANNON! *dubstep track*)
Ready to share, whatever the case.
The chase is on.

Go higher.
Reach higher.
Don't be pulled back.

Theyre coming.
But we're going too.
Pulling the poor enemies along for the cause.
They can't keep us back. They can't weaken our soul.
There is only up.
Far beyond the Honour Roll.