As if life were not hard enough
It seems that struggles are all that we know
Clawing our way up and around what pushes us down
Just to be knocked off completely, and forced to the ground
It's a sobering feeling, knowing no matter how hard you push against fate
It will push you even harder
So tell me, child of an elden soul
What keeps you from giving up?
Is it the draw of air into your lungs, that wavers?
The way your blood crawls ever forward in your veins?
Or is it that parts that make you up, now passed, would see you do nothing else
To persist, and exist, those are the fundamentals of the human condition, I wager.
But I am no wiser for musings I scrape together on dirt and dust.
Make no mistake, in that as the days get harder, so must my will to survive
To find one's self in a pit of long suffered wrongs, there must only be the will to make it right
And as pens inked on paper true, I too will see tomorrow's end.