Realism

Lost and alone and afraid to be me
In search of security that laughs as it flees
At last I've dethroned my ego and wept
For the pain that I've portioned and years that I've slept
Luck is no lady, she merely tempts and moves on
Weaving despair and illusion into every new dawn
But I am as stone: cold and unyielding
As I weather the storms that fate has been wielding
I'll awaken tomorrow to work through the day
Watching my dreams slowly wither to decay