sometimes i listen to you talk about what you would do for your dream, and i wonder how it must feel to live with burning passion

how must if feel to want

to desire for an outcome rather than an end

to cry and struggle and fight and fall

rather than float and fade into the void

maybe the sun rising means another day to work towards something

rather than yet another day to waste

going through the motions

maybe you do not need to find energy

to slodge through the seconds

because your perseverance propels you forward

tell me how you can find hope

as i drag my dry and brittle bones

tell me how you color this monochrome world

find art in this monotony

as the rain washes away the path and there is only doubt under my feet

tell me how you grit your teeth against the pain

and smile with unwavering certainty

glowing in the midst of cynicism

blinding in the darkness that they call reality

because i do not remember 

and you are never lost

because your conviction never dies

and i am never lost

because i am going nowhere

but you forge on

and i wander

and i wonder if i can nurse a flame with my cold embers

if the flicker will extinguish in the wind

or if it will consume my soul

- it is so tiring to sit and count as the shadows grow longer