The lost will

Unwilling

Filled with uncertainty

My own will

Now lacking in motivation

To keep forging forward

Through uncertainties I am facing

I hope to never back down

Face the crowd

Hold on to the ideals of a crown

But at the end of some journeys

There is a state of contemplation

Exempted from no hopes or joys

Embattled with corrupted kill joys

I have to pick myself up

When other clearly would enjoy a takedown

Unwilling to fall in

Give in

Carry on

Sing a song

But for now the road seems distant and long

I can not deny the challenges ahead

With ever ounce I gather I give

To be found alive rather than dead