The Point

I wish it were a smile -
that followed all the while...

it simply isn't true -
it's all that I can do...

to try to see the light -
put up that brave fight...

hope for better days -
instead of further haze...

useless wandering path -
my own internal wrath...

holds my head down -
with a haunting frown.

Race

I gotta keep my hope
believe in myself and all -
even Cinderella
got to go to the ball...

Imagination flies.
I have to grab the reigns -
The journey is quite bumpy
when you try in vain.

I'll hit the finish line.
I'm running until the end -
with them or without them
I'm choosing to win.