I may yet make it
To the ground of life above

If to try
and try I must
Though no
No siren calls

I move forth
on volition
Masquerading plainly
Aging desperation
A need
to not be lost

To see
and feel contentment
To be
Breathing
deeply such fabled air
Accomplished
if
to be my last
Then
From below and in
Beneath
and so far back

From that place
that
only holds this
Away taunting

My one last wish
A lonely hope

The one truth
My direction

home
I go to escape excuses

I go.
I go.
I know.

I must

Or else