So what, if you feel

The same as I do.

Just because you made it

Doesn't mean that I'm as tenacious

I think of all the times

I haven't given up

And what is giving up?

Is this giving up?

Is it resting on your laurels?

Is it status quo?

The day to day

Insane and mundane?

Or is giving up

Selling your soul

At a nickel a word

A dollar a stanza

It giving up

Just not doing it at all

Restricting the flow

Like a dam that will

One day burst?

Is giving up

Pulling the plug

And stopping it all,

Watching it drain harmonically with

Solemn refrain?

Is giving up,

Really holding on;

Breaking free from

Your excuses and

Pathetic inhibitions

Your lies wrapped in reason;

Not the ones you tell others

Because those weren't really lies

Those are their assumptions,

More crucial, the mistruths

Whispered in your own ear

That slip from your own voice,

Releasing these,

Latching onto purpose

And a drive,

Following a path so vague

You're not sure it matters

If you should suddenly decide

To sharply veer to the

Left and feel the momentum

Taking you into free fall

Over a cliff.

What is really giving up?