One possession, my dreams of life and context of thought
In a downpour of disappointment, I endure the rain.
These goals of mine, should they be sought
a wreckless obsession accompanied with a symphony of tenuous pain.
Through growth and encouragement we seek our bitter ends with ignorance in hand
but if nothing else, life reminds us we are but one
Cycles of effort and absence not seen through the shell of man
for they lie within chained to the heart and sinking...
