I go forward now on crutches
I cannot go where I will
Yet I dare not cast these crutches away
Lest I find I can’t walk and I fall
So I’m dragging slowly forward
On a road I don’t wish to follow
Yet on this road
I’m still upright
I’m surviving
But being here
Has taken its toll
Every step forward is revolting
Is it right to cast these crutches away?
Or is this the road I should be on?
For although I'm surviving
I'm not so sure I'm living