but it'll be okay

those that love us best, try their hardest
to kill the ambition they see in us. family is like a disease,
or a mutation, at least when they want to be, because
they know where to go, what corner you run to, and then
they use that, they use it at the bad timing, when
you're wounded, from battling life

i don't know how to get to him, i
really don't. i can't separate fact from fault, and
that one percent, the one percent of imperfect, he will
LATCH on to, and use all of his ungodly power
to destroy you.

how must the man
who desires to be upright,
stand?
in no way but straight up and down,
at attention, looking with clear eyes
not standing still, but surely moving, and
praying, every single step of the way.

but it'll be okay