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What reason, if any be there,
Has one to try or even care
About meaningless things,
Or unattainable dreams.
About all that we've got,
Or how its for naught
And how meaningless it all seems.
What reason, if one there lies,
Has any a man, or a woman, to try?
To try and try and try in vain,
To reach the sky they promised we'd obtain?
What chance has any against a foe
That steals the time from under our nose?
Will we ever be free of Lifes strain?
One only can take so much of something
Invading ones thoughts and their dreams.
One only can suffer so much in their soul  
While smiling and feigning control.
One only can fight ones self for so long  
Before its too hard to stay strong,
And one digs themselves a nice hole.
No reasons are there cause no reasons there are,
It comes down to whats in your heart.
If barren it lays so, too, is your view
And so too will the days torture you.
But I know the emptiness and i know the pain
So I wouldn't hate you for ending its reign.
I would only feel sadness that you knew its touch,
And that nothing could have been enough.
I would only feel sadness that you knew its name,  
And just bit down and swallowed the strain.
Will we ever be free of its clutch?