The slow let down.

As dark as the hole gets.
No matter how far I stray from the road.No matter how hard I fall.I cling to my hope, It will light the way.If yesterday is a clear indication,I won't settle for resignation.I wont be a slave to the hopeless lands of gray. Does it feel different to me?Just because this is the body I inhabit. There is no way to know for certain.Still so bound by lucidity of memories not my own.Like stories from another language.The strange words spoken are not understood.Picking up the let downs, saving them for tomorrow.When I reawaken this will all make sense.