What We Live For

                   Your voice is pushing too hard

                Trying to give birth to my dreams

                                                      In this world of walls and fences

                        I’m constantly climbing

                                                      Weighed down by joy and error

                                             Some where a clock breaks and time passes on

                                                 Leaving you in common with everything

                                                        We cannot fight for the ending

                                                    if everything was equal to begin with

                                                Now having seen this permanent world

                                                                 And almost dying in it

                                                   what should we clench our fists for

                                                    If the truths of time are stagnant

                                                      Your voice is pushing too hard

                                                    Trying to give birth to my dreams

                                                    In this world of walls and fences

                                                         I’m constantly climbing

                                                  Weighed down by joy and error

                                                      My grip slips and I collapse

                                                    Slumping against the wall

                                                    Your voice is that close

                                                    My fingers close to a ball

                                                Getting up slowly I begin to walk

                                          Defying walls and fences I’ll get to you

                                            Weighed down by nothing but myself

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Anna]

Inspiring, it tone of perseverance.

[rnuff]

I really enjoyed this write, it's deep and has some truth

[Coyote Poetry]

Last lines are facts. Worst enemy is yourself. Description was strong and open the door to thoughts and questions. No even ride for anyone. A country ran by the rich. Leave the poor to struggle and fight for the leftovers. No weakness in the poem. I wanted to read more. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote