Looking forward to failure
The only hope anyone has to offer, an uphill battle filled with spite
Counting allies on one hand, saving the other for punching walls
Two steps forward stabbed in the back

Start with a laundry list of demands
Shattered faith breeds violent hands

A shallow hold to start with
Gasping for the sweetest breath of life
But once it's inhaled, it's exhaled
Drowned in infinite sorrow
The little things taste better every day
An appetite that can't be satisfied

A trial through patience becomes a low expectation
Progress and motivation are hinged on perception
Circumstance becomes a victim of effort