Mine is leaning into pain
Fighting needs to scream
As if this resistance
Makes me stronger
Without taking drugs
Or standard escapism
What would you have me do?
Bow down to ripping spasms?
No – I will keep battling through
Tangle-snarls and deep chasms
Because I don’t belong here, you see?
This is temporary insanity’s passing
And memories of a former me
Calling and wailing as evolving
Maybe I am crazy to be striving
When should lay down, let it be
But if I gave in to despair
Then I would lose dreams
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