Why Do We Fight

Why do we fight for our lives
When we admit we aren't happy
When we strive for the unreachable
When nothing we do makes any sense

What's our drive
What's our purpose
What motivates us

You never need anyone's approval
Except for your own
I think everyone
Strives for that kind of inner stability

I know I do

What do we learn
If we even learn it
That is new from the last generation
Of people
That makes our lives meaningful
And even if we do learn it
We die in the end
So what is the point
Why do we fight

Yet we do
Something drives us
For some reason
Even when
Things couldn't get worse
Even when
The pain is unbearable
Even then
We don't want to die
We just want the pain to stop
We just want to get better

If we're honest with ourselves

Humans,
I don't understand
We're strange
We believe in God
Or we don't
It doesn't make an actual difference
As long as we
Get out of bed everyday
And try, try again
It's OK if we think the sky is purple
And that a polka-dotted dragon
Created everything
If that is what motivates us
If that is what "floats our boat"

I guess I don't have the answers
To my nagging question
Why do we fight
We may never truly know
But we will keep on fighting
Anyway

It's who we are
We are fighters
We are humans
It's synonymous
It's interchangeable
It's repetitive
It's meant to be
It is life
It is a circle
It's synonymous
It's interchangeable
It's repetitive

That's why we fight