Hard to Believe

Here comes the hardest part

When you've had your turn, but missed your part

And you finish falling silent

And you finish blank

What a useless gift

Put into art what you can't express

A sad remark on a common misconception, only lack of ability

On your way down, picture all the grief that's feeding into this

On your way down, put together all past failings in your head

You're late to believe you had a chance at this

Hard to believe you never once considered making connections, stepping out of line, chasing down burning desires

Middle class feelings never felt so good, living with the lights out

Beat yourself black and blue

But it is your obligation to express gratitude

All those options, dead ends, and good lives wait for you