Futile


Time, wants, love and hate,
insecurity, defeat.
We battle everything,
from the time we wake up
until our head hits the pillow.
Even then we struggle with sheets.

Warring minds and racing hearts
we win nothing in the end.
We ditch dig along the way,
oh, how we fight the inevitable.

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