I'll stay intrepid

a fast moving train and no stop in sight

Filled with love and none to give

This time it's for myself to keep

There's an art to scraping through

And I remain, brush in hand, painting my picture

I have faith I'll make it out alive, thrive

I'll have to learn that there's no right answer

I think my perception's distorted by my surroundings of happy endings

Starting fresh, I'll confess 

I was a bit naive before

In feelings of infectious defeat, I must remind myself 

That if I can, I am