Allusion to the Art of War (actually it's a reference)

Allusion to the Art of War

You know you’re probably not the only one who’s heard;

Of the man we know as Sun Tzu. 

And if you’ve never read him,

You give the impression that you do.

So yeah as I was saying.

I just wanted you to know.

That instruction from the Art of War,

Will take you only just so far.

For indeed love is a battlefield,

And by extension emotions all.

Yet if you only take the attack,

Never enacting your own one back.

Well then.

You’ll ever excel at feinting. 

But it’s in the riposte you perfect the craft.

Of managing yourself at risk.

When something’s in line to strike you aft.

I don’t request you bet on me.

So long as someday you try to find a body. 

A person with whom you’ll change your 

Mode. 

And surrender to that which is sublime in mutual growth.

See the process that awakens love,

Is truly something chemical.

And these potions change the brain

As we're all mere;

Neural plastique composed animals. 

Sadly this process interferes, disrupting. 

The staid mode of mundane cognition.

Thereby inducing fears and change,

Igniting worries and indecision.

Caring costs because there’s such a danger,

Of the other going missing. 

So I hope you’ll one day find intimacy.

In someone so singularly.

As the moron sitting loving you who's me.

As you parade your red-flags decrying; 

You are emotionally unavailable, so why then?

And you're just not open to express.

The fearful half-formed wishes, your intents.

Beyond what truth anticipation can authentically profess.

This is just based in observation,

Not meant to criticize; an explanation.

But if you stay all times in isolation,

Beyond the need to compromise, find role and station.

You may slow your soul’s growth stimulation.

Regarding the height of joys you ride in this emulation.

With any bright there’s flip side sad darkness, 

A weight. 

Which carrying all alone, bows the walker. 

But if you relate a ship as a work you craft.

Then experience is as a tool that lightens the heft. 

And it is a fond-lit hope of mine that you’d, 

Find with me a way to start anew. 

As the example of the Fool.

Leaping from the cliff top of the heart's highest stoop.

To plunge securely below to the lapis lazuli blue pool. 

Rippling the prophetic force of soothe.

It’s hard to speak this honestly,

Or tell a truth so true as this one seems

But in life; 1 of my wishes of a hypothetic 3;

Is to secure a lifetime trawling joy,

As a pair of two players, a you and a me.