The Debate Of Struggle Poem by Timothy Long

If I die, I die you know, if you die I cry, but you'll move on, that's life...you'll cry anyways, so much work, so much time wasted, are we conditioned this haste? Learning...how classical, this is a debt society is in, doomed by smaller individuals, while masses crumbled forward, say what struggle leads and they will believe, learning is life, like in life only certain things are guaranteed, taxes, death, and struggle fighting away all the fears over the years, that still had most of me, showing the need or want to live, I can try to act ignorant or sad, but you saw just as much as I did, not coming down anymore, will somebody ever use me to lean on? Bear it all for me, I've had my break, I'm ready to go back, struggling is a untold revolution, always moving, if I die, move on, if you die, I would laugh and feel fine, leaving that struggle a forgotten nightmare, never to possess again.