Analysis of Out of Dark Places

One thing in common:
we don’t belong here.
Living on borrowed time,
yet skirting death anyway,
we assume it could never be us,
invincible only in our own eyes.
How much longer can we
assume and ascertain authority?
Wasting away in glitzy hopelessness,
we don’t realize we’re wrapping ropes
around our own necks,
asking for the inevitable.
If only we could hold our ideas,
cradle our intuition,
be our own people,
and nourish our talents.
Maybe then we would be worthy
of this gift of life.