Why keep going when it’s never enough?
All burnt up as I try to stay tough
Still keep pushing on and on
Thinking that, of course, nothing will go wrong
Even as the sky falls down
Letting me know with a glowering frown
As all I have is certainly all gone
Not just because of this wretched bond
Deciding to ignore that of you, I’m more than just fond
Why do I read things that make me write poetry like this?