The Fight Is Over

I surrender, I lay down my guns
I see that this battle
Is not worth anything at all
I have shot bullets
I have killed many enemy soldiers
My endurance has been a burden
I did not see it for stubbornness
I did not see my blindness
I did not hear my deafness
Until I stood still
Watching from the tower
I climbed up to
After a few hours of fighting
And saw a horizon
Filled with an open, empty sky
The color of deep sapphire
That made the battle
Appear minuscule
In the enormity of this vastness
A pilot ten thousand feet
Above us
See us as nothing
A flock of birds
Soaring hundreds of feet
Over our heads
See us as ants
But ants beneath our feet
Only see fragments of us
So what are we really
But mere mortals
A wink, a little wrinkle in time
Nothing more