Dream to Survive

"My name is not important
   Your job is to survive
The most important part of my job is
   That I dont care if you do" -- M.W.Bond

Winter's night air blows across my face
   Taking me away once again to you
The only word ringing in my ears is "Survive"
   Though I'm succeeding without trying now

Simple words escape me during the night
   None that I'll remember in the morning
He tells me that I've spoken a name then
   But, not one that I recall knowing

Memories keep surrounding me in flash frames:
   Dirty unmade mattress, lightbulb, house, eyes,
Streetlights, One Way sign, jars of candy,
   Running, running, hiding in the dark alleys

Beyond the sleep, I can escape this place
   And walk among a place I know too well
Though many cower, I find strength in myself
   Still, the word that rings in my ears is "Survive"