What sense is it all to keep going

When the darkest seems to lie ahead

No way to get ahead

When my best just comes up short

When words fall in the wrong order

Or when I have no order at all

Why keep pushing on

Why keep writing

It helps deal with the overbearing burden

Of my own expectation

My own internal complications

Not for you

Not for pleasure

At most times just for my own good measure

So when I lay down

I can out gain my own expectations

That is the one hope I have

And giving up has no place in my heart

Life is short

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