To Struggle

What is the value in life, but to struggle?
Oh, to be born to struggle, to struggle, to struggle.

Some say to suffer.

Maybe, your life improves others.

To struggle, to struggle, to struggle!
Oh, if it were easy to live a life of afternoons.

Always living to improve.

Is there really a problem that needs solving?

After all, it doesn't even matter if the world is revolving.

Why do I keep insisting, insisting, resisting?

When will I be happy? Will my life be over?
I will never be satisfied, all I have is my struggle.

If life is the struggle, then death is the peace.

There is nothing to do now; nothing can put me at ease.

There is no progress to be made, life will always end in death

I'm too tired to feel emotions now.

I would like to save my breath.

Author's Note

In case someone thinks I don't know. Yes it's overdramatic. Obvious. Non poetic. Unimaginative. It must be, since it was easy for me to think it. I write how I feel, what I feel, and how I feel it.