Reaching but it keeps slipping
walking forward with hope but the horizon is a mirage
stepping but my feet are rooted
so I haul the world at my feet
I keep fighting.
Cut me as you wish! reveal the diamonds fire.
But, drowning hearts tell me to let go.
There is no comfort in resignation
and the pressing pressure makes me. Kills me.
World. Lord. Have mercy on me
I was promised victory
But, maybe, now, right now,
I’ll take relief.