Nonsense

I want a chance to bloom,
To flourish. Instead
I can’t break this cycle
Of hatred and doom,
While it may sound dramatic
It is true, I’m lost
In myself and there’s no
Door. Well, I guess I am stuck.

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Nonsense

We are all operating
In the conventions
Of our time,
Consider ourselves
Futuristic and leading lights
Of the fight against
The darkness of humanity.
But we’re not,
We are eternally chained
And bound to serve
A life that is already decided.
Every battle must be lost
And nothing ever won,
For we are all dying-
It’s the parameter of life.
Think about it, and then ask
Yourself, is it all worth this strife?