If chivalry is dead we are men walking around with inner frowns.
We are no longer the “common courtesy.”
We are a ghost in the machine.
Full of promise we mislead through word, action and deed.
We could hold a door, yet the path we choose holds unlocked mystery’s of so much more.
Do we choose to open her mind, or mislead her power?
Do we give sight to the blind?
Men, we can choose to pierce her side, or open the world she hides.
Residing in her dreams is a heartbeat.
Do we defile her truth to live a lie?
Do not quench her thirst by putting out her fire for life.