Definition

How can we learn to hope when we live so caged? When the ghosts of our past cannot be cast away Drowning in memories that weigh on like chains What sort of hope can we chance to regain? I have looked for the silver linings Found nothing and was left longing, lost and pining Behind a wall of what I couldn’t explain. Waiting for a Sun that might not even rise again. If we can swim in the rivers of tears that have fallen And make it past them to the vastness of the ocean Then why can we not climb a hill And expect to overcome mountains? Does our foothold shatter into a million tiny pieces? In this severance of dust Did it even really matter or were you just being facetious? When the individual is not the advocate For their own advancing evolution How can they ever hope to find the surest of the solutions? And you sit here crying, living as that definition How can you even hope to succeed against the competition? When you are the horse with the saddest of all backstories You seek to pursue the faintest of chance and hopeless glory Hanging on the thread, living on the furthest edge Of the razor blade of a path that someone like you has no choice but to tread. When you struggle with the courage to believe you can even make it Hoping that the one’s who believe aren’t just out there to fake it How could anyone ever want to bet on a person like me? What sort of failure can I today aspire to even be? When who you are chosen to be isn’t cutting it by far How can you have enough faith to even bet on who you are? And that’s when life becomes nothing more than simple ignition When destiny in itself has everything to do with disposition And less to do with who firmly holds the keys It’s just a simple equation of who you choose yourself to be.