it's all a little silly, these stories of our lives "i'm not enough", "i'm not so tough" "i'll never make it out alive"
dire, real, they surely feel in moments of the storm we cling to them, we know them well in confusion they inform
see: egeon released his hope and supplicated to his end, yet the 'plains of wife and babes pushed him to live all the more!
then why in waves & winds of grief must we sell our days to death? have you not a moment more? without you, we're all the less!
[... unfinished ...] pride and shame and arrogance give our