The Feat Of Man – Of Virtue

I am torn between dreams and the feat of man
I want more than ever to follow through with all my aspirations
If not for them I would be a hollow man
All of a sudden, I have a heart made of something more than flesh
And its yearning for so much more than this
Where is my heart in this?
Where is my ambition?
Where is my heart in this?
There are some days when I feel like I am right where I am meant to be
There are other days that seem to just stab me right in the back
As if I am the theif
I will no longer be a victim to untried dreams
Among this vast battleground filled with bloodstained bayonets
Armed with steady rifles and crosshaired bullets
How is a man with hopes and dreams, calloused hands and splinted knees
Push against this wind?
Push against this doubt?
Is this all for nothing? Am I just waking from my dreams once again?
This is the feat of man
So they say there is a time in every man’s life when he must learn to let go
Now is not that time
I never a hollow man again