Survivors

the morning star, lights up the page that fills my mind an optimistic dream, so distantly beaming back at me and the only thing i've left to hold on to.. holding on you work, work, work for a time believed more valuable but when the one returns ya think He'll take you home? is this all we can do? making our mother's proud.. in such a bind as this, bounded by an institution blind, devoid where am i to go if i were to just let it all go? and call this genesis... it feels so lonely (loneliness), keeping me company... you know, it's right in front of me.. watching, waiting oh, what an optimistic dream this is the fear of belief feeling nothing losing responsibility rising above in believing nothing, i fear a feeling in knowing what's about to happen... >and it's only gonna get worse. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ you won't care to hear it, i know but sometimes it just feels better letting go.