Usefully futile

What is my struggle
Who is my foe?
Where is the source
The invisible force
That shapes my world
And renders my words
Utterly useless?
Ive questioned the questions
Raged at the answers
And shaken my fist
In fuitless protests
The curse and the bliss
A poison for spirit
So sweet and contagious
Where is this battle?
Up there or down here
Go left or go right?
Do I rush to the future
Or learn from the past?
I fear this fight
I’ll start with myself.

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