They build me up, only to tear me down and place me in a prison of their choosing. The death of a thousand cuts. The price of being human. Too good to be truth while not being good enough. The question that I can't solve but Mars drives me to solve it. I want to be free. To roam amongst the stars but I love too much. For not loving also means death. Trying to escape the cold winter. I must seek shelter. Battle weary, faith waning, I beg for a sign of victory. A reason to push forward. Realizing my fate, I am...perfectly imperfect.
