Having To Fight

You will have to fight to survive Whispered the guardian angels Watching over me As I was swivelling in between the folds Of consciousness lapsed in deep sleep! You will have to fight Even if we will be by your side! My soul woke up, bloomed into a hurt heart And it whispered back, Why should I fight for it If such is not what was chosen for my fate? Pray, I would accept Death even if such was what was Deemed best for me I would accept anything except having to fight For that which was never destined for me! Why should I fight? Is Life on Earth a battlefield? Are we to fight for survival, for love, for security? This is getting way too heavy for my frail stature Guardian angels, muse of my poetry, This is getting way too heavy Pray, if life, or love is not meant for me Then may I denied of it! I don't believe in fighting for anything The blinded and the unawakened fight, Guided by their senses, by their egos They fight for that which is transient, for that Which is temporary, for that which turns to shadows They fight for that which is not to be fought for! Why, after all, Existence remains a mystery Of our purpose here in this world we still have no idea Struggling have I always been with life And with everything that makes it up Ever since I first dawned Yet, I always held out my palms in resigned submission To whatever life has to give me I'd rather crumble, die, shatter into nothingness Than fight!