Generals

Had generals in my dreams
Knocking on the door and then telling me to let them in
Two teams, one was good, one was mean
A general came to me in a dream

I’m being asked for identity
Men squaring up to my family
Apply muscle memory
Make a break for the door
Oh, personal sanctuary!

Now everyone I meet
They ask the same of me
Living out honest lives
They ask with stony eyes:

“Are you somebody who
Makes things happen or who things are just happening to?
Have you ever put wheels in spin
Or are you always rigor mortis under them?”