This Ain't A Life It's A Goshdarn Arms Race
Tripping up and fumbling for the rope,
Can't hold on much longer.
Jaded and weary, I don't even care,
This is not how I want to live my life.
I release my grip and settle to the ground,
Breathing hard, but happier still.
Why hold onto a world you can't pace?
I am now happy, I am now pleased.
Gone with the rope are my ties to the world.
Dare I regrip for another try?
The question still remains: to what end?
I see some like me, left behind,
While others drift upward,
Ever fighting against the succumbing peace.
Is life better lived fighting to the top,
Or lived in the peace of rest?
I know my answer will never be resolved,
Even unto death, when it will matter not at all.
Can't hold on much longer.
Jaded and weary, I don't even care,
This is not how I want to live my life.
I release my grip and settle to the ground,
Breathing hard, but happier still.
Why hold onto a world you can't pace?
I am now happy, I am now pleased.
Gone with the rope are my ties to the world.
Dare I regrip for another try?
The question still remains: to what end?
I see some like me, left behind,
While others drift upward,
Ever fighting against the succumbing peace.
Is life better lived fighting to the top,
Or lived in the peace of rest?
I know my answer will never be resolved,
Even unto death, when it will matter not at all.
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