It's here
It's not that hard
It's not to far
It's not going well
It probably will fail
It leaves us guessing
It finds us blessing
it knows no might
It thinks it's right
It falls so flat
It stabs our back
It loves us none
It hates that we've won
It begs our soul
It pays our tolls
It leave us blind
It says "I'm fine."
It wont give in
But we let it win.
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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