It seems that life expects us to be invincible
Proving to be tough against all the odds
But we are not infallible
There are times when we just fall out of sorts

Not knowing where we are heading
Still trying to figure out where we are going
Yet stuck in a state quite belittling
It’s quite the epitome of despair in the making

To meet these expectations beset on us
Not really much of a choice to be made while alive
Craving for something a little more robust
Something so our wandering souls may survive

Completing our tasks so dutifully
To thrive amidst all these treachery
Working hard like ants running around frantically
Isn’t it something to be made into a mockery?


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