When your dreams are lying in the dirt
Nothing you’re trying seems to work
It’s hard finding your sense of worth
Heart near dying, mind near berserk.

Yet find self worth, you know you must
So you work through the dirt, with your face in the muck
Till you find your dreams, lying beaten and crushed
You must find them new means, as you give them a dust.

Life is life, can’t always bless the triers
Can dim their light, pinch fuel from their fires
Though it’s hard to spite, an unyielding desire
That resumes every fight, in refusal to retire.

© Daniel Breslin