Questions

I hold it nervously
Awkward at best
This tongue in my head
That poisoned the rest

The truth that was told
Was always our death
For I never could live
Just holding my breath

This time feels different
But what if it's not
If it all ends the same
Then what have we got

If one's not enough
If dreams don't survive
Then why are we trying
To keep them alive

Can't say I'm perfect
Just that I'm real
Though I try to project it
I'm not made of steel

Flesh, blood and bone
Heart, soul and mind
Loyal to those
Who are loyal in kind