"So this is who I am
And this is all I know
And I must choose to live
For all that I can give
The spark that makes the power grow"

I am tired; it is late. Life is dragging me along and I'm fairly certain where it's going, but I wish I didn't know. I think I realize now that life was meant to be brutishly difficult - punctuated by moments of torment that gradually fade to a low-frequency throb. A slow pulse you dull by turning to something. For some people, that might be a god, for others, that means drink; just anything that can break a fixation built upon fear of the inevitable.

"Cause I have found a dream that must come true
Every ounce of me must see it through
But you are my only
I'm sorry I don't have a role for love to play
Hand over my heart, I'll find a way"

At some point, though, you still need to lose it all. That day is coming, I just don't know when.