From the days we struggle come the days we may thrive,
For it is the daily obstacle and task of finding purpose that our problems and sorrows may arise, towering tall and formidable,
With much regret the quest for purpose becomes a demon,
Blinding our sight with passionate lust and hate, our purpose remains obscured in the abyss
This demon forms from within, making us scratch out our skin,
We scratch and pry until our fingers are raw, and skin gashed,
Yet we have defeated nothing and still are no closer to our goal,
On our knees we pray for guidance,
What is it we must do, what is it we must achieve, why must we suffer and torment ourselves?
Challenging our own sanity leads to treacherous and mysterious paths,
We may fall upon the double-edged sword of suicide,
We may resort to hurting others to conform our own thoughts and feel powerful among those we have brought down,
We may even surrender our own hopes and principles becoming nothing but zombied carcases
But those that do not surrender, those that don't snap after being pushed,
Those are the ones who are building character and initiative,
These are the ones if struck in the jaw they shake it off,
If struck in the mouth the wipe away the blood and may spit upon the ground,
They do not retaliate for they know it will lead to further retaliation
Those who seek purpose may never even find it,
they must persevere through the virus of life and keep their demons within, controlled and obedient,
A will to survive will come about, a inspiration to spread knowledge, and a fire to bring love to those who lack it
So may these struggles within allow us to thrive in the best days of our lives
