There is only one, one cause worth fighting for; a worthwhile life.
That which we all lack, and despairing of that, we wonder why life?
Yes our struggle is with existence itself,
the very concept of something, the concept of worth, are under attack
so could it be we are romantics at heart?
lost without a path to tred?
Yet for our love, we can’t leave. We fight on, because we know little else.
which brings me back to the start; is that meaningful?
IS IT ENOUGH?!
hmmm? What say you?



