Not the only one

[seeyat]

A dream, a memory, both in fact
For the will now to live is still no will to act
For I'm biding my time to be seen where I must
You'll understand reason for all this I trust
No more will the movements be hated but still
I'll hold back til the morrow, the moving has thrilled
Once gone from a place set so deep in the muck
That the presence of hope must be carefully tucked
In a bag that I keep in a far away land
With those loved ones I'll know who'll use soft gentle hands
To care for it, nurture it, hold it so dear
Til I've set off on my journey and not looked back here
In all of the ways I have meant for my eyes
To depart from the things set forth by the unwise
I'm pleading to God and the devils and dreamers
The gods of Atlantis, the monsters, the schemers
Please let your dreams be passed on to another
For all of these moments I'll ask as a brother
I have simply one purpose, one goal, maybe mission
To make more of myself than my mother envisioned