“The Illusion of Defeat”

Think I burned to nothing more than a silhouette of delicate ashes?

Think I fought all I could and lost anyway? 

But you don’t know…

Think I released my fire to the passage of days?

Think I acquiesced all my success?

But you don’t know…

Mix a little dejection with too much reflection, but it’s short-lived.

I don’t quit, my DNA wasn’t designed for it. 

Spite’s a waste of my time, I’m movin’ further down the line. 

Armed from the inside,

So you can’t see how I fly tonight. 

Looking down on moonlight and steam.

It’s never just a dream. 

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