Fighting to Be


Life is full of calamity, obstruction and disaster.
Drugs make you feel and pain eats away.
You let baggage make you, but you're lucky to make it out of cancer.
They pump your food with surplus, yet they push you to survive.
To survive you must breathe in the trees, grow love.
You must be, exsist among wolves and steer from sheep.
Listen to the sky, feel the heat, breeze on by, like turtles.
Look up, but only to the stars.
Please don't fall under paper.
There is never enough, for there is always.
Just like a piece, a conqueror.
Check mate!

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