Maybe I am tired of fighting
Maybe I am not that strong
Maybe I don't really know where I belong
There's nothing more to give
There's nothing more to get
There's not much to worry, not much to fret
And still I go on
And still I breathe
And still I have nothing to bequeath
One day I'll be gone
One day at the crack of dawn
One day some place better I will be reborn
© kronosaphrodite 2015
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