I'll make it easy for you

I’ll raise that overused white flag and recall my soldiers

Weapons unfired, rages unreleased

Back to the armory, and never again to load a single bullet

I’ll gather all the words which were able to find their way out of my mouth

Along with their unconsummated implications

And bring them back to my mind where they belong

I’ll sip my quieting tea and sit under my favorite tree

Cross-legged and unmindful, at least on the outside

And I’ll never wonder why I put up a lost fight

For my reputation has been cast

And my legend is as famous as your typical children’s story

I’ve been there before, and I’ve marched back countless times

I’m familiar with every emotion that goes with every step

And so I’m used to it. It has become my niche.

So you don’t have to do a thing.

I’ll make it easy for you.