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?
I’ve 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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