Giving In...

I should have given up by now

That's what the dark voices all say,

snickering in the shadows of my soul

They give me excuses to just quit

They've got reasons why its ok

They tell me I'd be better off

if I just cut my many loses,

forgot my absurd ambitions,

and accepted the inevitability

of entropy and failure

They tell me it's time

to just give in...

I could easily listen to them

They do make plenty of sense

If I were to just figure all the facts

and look at my life like an inventory

I'm sure I would be more wealthy

I'd be more respected and admired

I'd be closer to all the many things

that everyone is supposed to aspire

I'd be a much better statistic

than I 've been at being- me

I could easily accept this as truth

I really could just give in...

I would do it too

I really would give in

If I hadn't already given myself up

and signed my life away to these dreams 

that make life feel as if it were alive and lived

I truly would give in to anything else

if there really were anything else

but I already learned that lesson

I already gave in to all that before

I know what waits out there

in that world of facts and figures

I know what it considers truth

and I know I can't surrender 

what little illumination 

I sometimes find

to that dimness

I can't do that

-just give in

Not to that

Not yet

Never?

Never

-say never?

I'll say it now

I'll say it again

-Never, -Never

I've already given in

It's too late not to live

It's never too late to refuse

to give in to what gives nothing back

There will always be more time to give in

once there's nothing left for time to steal away

That's the best thing I think I could ever take

That's the only thing that it won't take away

The only life you can keep from death

is the life you live without giving in,

the life you force it to try and take

and laugh when it finally does

only to clutch at nothing

and scowl back at you

as your grave laughs

and the stone above

envies how you

refused to just

give in...