Trudge Onwards

Seems unfair, you know, to me,
That some must pay while others go free.
I often wonder what crime I committed,
For me to find happiness, in life, not permitted.
In a previous life, perhaps, did I sin?
Fate seems to want me to know I can't win.
All I attempt seems destined to fail,
My mind and my heart all cry out, they wail.
Still I trudge on, for ho, that is real,
Doesn't matter what I want, what I feel.
Gotta keep on, cause there is naught more,
Age old philosophys come to the fore.
We end life how we started, all of us alone,
Away from our friends, unreachable by phone.
Alone with ourselves, it's then we look back,
And all will make sense, white against black.
So truge, continue, and make your way ahead,
I've no doubt of this, now that it has all been said.

Nicholas Bronson

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