Capture the Flag - Tiles

Toe to the chalk line -mark and set
Birthright conformity -a safety net
Lay down this bird held tight in hand
Beg favor from a distant emerald land
Chasing whims again...
Features blur in a casual glance
Pulse and promises notch the blinders tight
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting to die
Lift the symbol high
Indifferent to the present tense
A sense of purpose sits upon a fence
Sidelines strewn with blind regret
Haunted by voices that cry neglect
Standing in the rain
Wishing might explain...
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting -biding time to die
Raise the flag
Standing alone upon a hill
Dust upon a sill
I awake to a silent shout
Misguided past
Spent in endless quest
Time grinding down
Wisdom traded for mistakes that never end
Fences to defend
All while happiness wears a frown
Now the morning bell
Echoes out of step with modern decay
Capture the flag
Embrace prosperity
Hanging in the corridors of power
Capture the flag
Misplaced prosperity
Smothered in a blanket of desire
A withering vine of simple things
Waiting to die
Raise the flag
Half-mast alone upon a hill
Colorless