Authored: September 11, 2017

The will to live is strong even within the ones without anything
The countless men and women; boys and girls
Who awake to shattered dreams, realisations unmet
The Broken' The ones who lost; The One's who have not tried
Life propels from within
The need for touch
The need to belong
A struggle for each breath.

Strength comes from being the ones who struggle
Struggle is their life
That man on the bar stool with a beer
Reading a book, staying on the same page
As he watches others have the life he once dreamed of.

Or the woman who has been on the 100th date
Seeking connection, but picking men who want no connection
Only a single time and then they'll leave
She wants more, but they cannot give her more
So, each time, she breaks even a little bit more.

Or that elderly man who comes daily to his local pub
Seeking comfort in the knowing
His mind is failing
He still has dreams, but they are receding.

Though these men and women, boys and girls
May seem broken, they are not broken.

The man stands on the pier
Watching as the storm approaches
Through I'm breaking, I am not broken
Find me here, in this place.

A testament to the alone; you are not alone
A testament to the forgotten; you are remembered
A testament to the dreamers; dreams live.

I stand at the pier
I won't go back from where I'm from
Na, I won't
Find me here, in this new place.