Tight

I give you too little of myself,
that much is plain.
And as you tell me for the umpteenth time
That expression is not nine tenths of the law
And that I will not be charged on account of a giddy heart,
I nod.
And smile.
Although I have every and no idea what I am agreeing with.

Now come on.
I expect you imagine things will change.
But I hold fast.
These troops won't be mustered, you see,
They'll sit in their barracks playing Gin.
Not venturing a foot into new territory,
In hiding from an inevitable defeat.
And yes it is, and whether you are or are not, it will be.