We're Not Orphans

artificial 
prosthetic hands are sympathetic 
but i'll put and end to this 
i can't keep fighting, do i have to keep fighting 
stop breathing 
it's not the same 
because i was just a kid 
it does not do well to dwell on dreams 
acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go 
when you chase the ghosts of things that could have been 
like a father who was never there at all 
i was a boy 
now i'm a plane 
but i can't keep this holding pattern anymore