Something arises within me, a fleeting thought
Who am I to claim I deserve to fulfill my dreams?
Who deserves to claim that I won’t fulfill my dreams?
The pressures from an uncaring world, cold and dark
Like a 5 AM shower when my eyes won’t close, cold and dark
The gentle sounds of scalding water dripping from my back
The gentle movement of a tear rolling from someone’s cheek
There’s more to this world than just me, I know that much
And I know as much that there’s more suffering in this world than I can imagine
There are people in my life that rely on me for different things
People in my life rely on things that I can only trust myself to give
There’s purpose in being a confidant, a friend and a healer
A jester and a dilettante, what is my purpose?
In the arms of someone I love, I realize it was only a fleeting thought