Blank Mind
It's unclear why things are hard to be shared,
Unclear why its like a fight
And every fight: lost.
Lost because its hard to share?
Or lost because a good fight is never proposed?
Once more the fight is at hand.
Will this be the next loss?
Or will this be a victory, finally?
A victory that is needed, by you: me.
Feeble thoughts are also sometimes hard to share.
Why, when they're feeble: small?
Has little meaning?
Why so hard?
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