Life is but a battling
journey
Every new day is a fresh battle
for each one of us.
We fight for pride, for
fame, out of jealousy
Out of need and
desperation,
We fight for our own
survival!
Be it a kingly luxurious
one
Or that fearful hell for
less fortunate ones
We fight and there is
just never end
We create our own battle
out of mercy
Out of frustration, temper
and fallacy
We fight for internal
peace, solace and redemption.
We fight for love, for
care, for attention
How often do we realize
this is something we ought to live with?
That this is just the
part of life?
What matters at the end
of day?
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