Sometimes we feel misplaced, misused, misunderstood,
Unable to do things we know we should,
And at times like these we throw up our hands,
Give up and drift into distant lands.
Fears exist in our darkest dreams
There’s no escape or so it seems,
We have no choice but to push further on
Until all we know to be true is gone.
Futile motions stall the growth,
But change is more than subtle oath,
Demons are bound by our concession,
Your future lies in your posession.