The Slightest

Do this
Do that
Do neither

Voices in my head
Pulling me apart
I'm waiting for the victory dance
To stop the morbid melody

Do this
Do that
Do neither

I will rise

The slightest inhibition
Is sometimes as good as a wall
Like lead in your blood
That stops your respiration

The slightest root of accusation
Leaves me breathless in its halt
But I won't back down
To the historic mounds
Of fingers pointed
And fists raised.

But the slightest sign of hope
Picks me up from the dust
After a lifetime of haze
I've seen the sun.