Stumbling followed by fall? Refoot with haste.
Giving ground with back to the wall? Widen the space.
At times, standing less than tall? Rise from that place.
Feigning hope with none at all?
The demons to face, you'll find that they are you,
as the truth to you is what you accept true.
What's in you, you've placed.
With time it's erased, and you can quicken the pace.
If those thoughts are effaced, you'll find them misplaced.
We have the power to sweeten the taste,
but also to sour, if we deem it our fate.
We choose stop at failure, or fight on to great.
