Fearless from the start of the race rodents revere, lost fiddling with a purpose never truly clear.
How can feet carry you onto the path, when a weary heart lay beaten in the past.
Where can we run when there is no where to hide, how do we defeat that which pours from the inside.
In the bitter dust of an awakened realization, that this fear does not control the direction I've taken.
Still held in place by diminished memories, trying to envision the future that may never be.
But there were not enough colors to paint the picture, when the world in stuck in only a black and white fixture.