You are garbage, you are gold

Hands marred in mud

Sweaty face, odd old breath

And a fight that was never meant to be


Stand as if the world depends on it

Yet your knees disdain your will

And you'll kneel like you always will


Titans move inside you

Yet abysses lay around

You are found and lost, beauty and perdition


Grind your teeth

You are no captain

And the only master is the soul itself


Commander of void

Conquerer of nil

Let fatigue take over, and settle for little


You save what you can

Hands, cupola of hope

But self is water and sifts through it all


Own nothing

Be possessed

And yield under the weight of air


You are garbage

You are gold

You are formless, tenant of no mould