We go on day after day
Just to die in the end.
We do it for love.
We do it for pity.
We do it for fear.
We do it for pain.
We do it for them.
There's fire in us.
There's fire in our soul.
The fire is what keeps us going through all of this.
For some
The fire is to small.
They just give up.
They are weak
And confused.
In the end
The fire disappears,
And so do we.
good poem. Very engaging
good poem. Very engaging