Firmness of purpose

never have i ever known a thing to last forever, except these haunting hopes i have honed here however
I write them then "like" them its my only kinda voice... i try... but it doesn't mean i have any choice
Like a ghost at most to my obvi- blogged obsession I'm only half a host- I'm content too
It's a confession...
I would boast but I'm not boastful, i fear im much much too hopeful- and notable a won't pull thru. but push and pull aren't my role dude.

If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison.
the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes when i blink go into hiding and i go into silence

The firmness of my person is the trails of the gypsies, it can be tracked back it just a bit tricky
You can track me down and you can even trap me. you can't make me perform or become entrancing.
It's so happens- its a rather rare privilege i'd  rather you not try to rely on a mental image.
only i know what i envisioned to mind the music in myself- has become my mission

If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison.
the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes that when i blink go into hiding and i hide in the quiet

secretly i seek out some of the silence, then in my head that "Voice" comes back with a violence
just shouting the reminders of how i was con into compliance cautiously i keep hiding, my fear i keep on fighting, one day I'll stop abiding At least i keep on trying. I WONT LET DOWN until dreams i stop DENYing

If it's not your calling It becomes your ambition defying fate in a cataclysm. The firmness of purpose has become my prison. the bars are blinding on the back of my eyelids.. bars of notes when i blink go into hiding and i go into silence