Complacency Is Being Complicit In The Act Of Doing Nothing Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

On the roads lined with fire.
Who is it casting shadows?
Who is it casting doubt?

Mirror, mirror, self image reflected.
You can either accept it.
Or try to change it.

Who we are is never who we have to be.
No infinite absolute certainty.

Making the earth quake beneath our feet.
Giants with pursed lip.
Why so sad with the effect you can have?

On the roads lined with fire.
Who is it casting shadows?
Who is it casting doubt?

Mirror, mirror, self image reflected.
You can either accept it.
Or try to change it.

All you have to do try.
And the first step in this process is to just opens your eyes.
Medication for the kids.
The ability to forgive no matter the action attempted.

Hate a rusted nail that has been drove in one too many times.
And head breaks off.
So now what are you going do?
Stuck in the decision you made.

On the roads lined with fire.
Who is it casting shadows?
Who is it casting doubt?

Mirror, mirror, self image reflected.
You can either accept it.
Or try to change it.

Summers whispers.
Winter crisp.
Silly boy with no idea of what lies ahead of him.
Oh only if he did.
And in that moment I think we forgot our most important job.
To teach him, to bring him up right.
Respecting the daylight.
Limited is our time.
Limited is our stand.

On the roads lined with fire.
Who is it casting shadows?
Who is it casting doubt?

Mirror, mirror, self image reflected.
You can either accept it.
Or try to change it.

Guided down memory lane.
For it was too late I choked.
I hesitated, I evaluated.
I guesstimated.
Frozen in my tracks till my youth was already gone.
Poof the there no more dawns.
The everlasting sunset is always full of so much regret.
Why is that?
But rememberstill we can change it.

On the roads lined with fire.
Who is it casting shadows?
Who is it casting doubt?

Mirror, mirror, self image reflected.
You can either accept it.
Or try to change it.

Only now, never later.
The ghost the could be savior.
The fight between angels and demon.
Time is the continuum.
All we have do make a choice.
No need to raise a single voice.
A million actions would cause such fantastic reaction.
Celebration, the battle would for the time being be over.
But as long as we let complacency slide.
We are just slowly committing suicide.


On the roads lined with fire.
Who is it casting shadows?
Who is it casting doubt?

Mirror, mirror, self image reflected.
You can either accept it.
Or try to change it.

It's up to me.
It's up to you.
We are all complicit.


On the roads lined with fire.
Who is it casting shadows?
Who is it casting doubt?

Mirror, mirror, self image reflected.
You can either accept it.
Or try to change it.