The Question of Why

Ask why, but only if you’ve asked why not

For it seems to be the mission in life of some

As the darkness consumes light shall not be forgot

Remember more the times with friends and good rum

Hard it will be, to suffer the changes thrust at us

A fight to get to the other side the first

No mistaking a fight so perilous

In a desert of the doomed you’ll feel that familiar thirst

Times that test your soul will land as well

Keep going until the end is the best bet

A hand reaches up from the depths of hell

Past fights come to mind, of which you’re a vet

The odds, always stacked against some from birth

Fighting to survive from that very first breath

Never valuing their worth

They’ve many times braved their impending death

Why fight, the question that some do ask

Living choices that are different and can confuse

Look not for answers into the dark and lonely past

For there’s no advice there that you can use

To not fight what looms in the darkness of tomorrow

A pondering some do when they feel too weary

To not fight is to escape from seeing so much sorrow

Scary for most who think of it, and end up with eyes so teary

Why fight, some still want to know

They see the pain of existence in your eyes

Your grief starts to show

But are you the type who rolls over and dies

Fight for every minute with the ones you cherish most

Give the fight all that you’ve got

Fight hard before you’re suddenly just a ghost

Before you end up in that place believed to be hot

It’ll end eventually, of that there’s no doubt

Your relief is coming soon

Rise when forgotten with a violent shout

Shout it out to be heard on the moon

At fight's end, go out with grace

Your decisions, those of a mostly good man

Keep dignity and calm etched onto your face

Go with the hope that there’s a grander plan