Lost in plain sight,
Fear drawn from the night,
Running in place,
Yet can’t keep the pace.
With miles to go and nothing to show,
Dreams are all that I know.
Victory is fleeting,
While failure is cheating.
Whilst uncertainty is life,
There won’t always be strife.
Pain can be controlled,
And memories can remold.
As our process is questionable,
Our ending is inevitable.
Be lost in plain sight,
Or be a creature of the night.
