Beginning in anything

Is as hard as
Ending a love

You know
Must end.

Starting out is

Quitting

The passion

Of your
Life,

But when the cards
Fell,

You knew to
Walk away;

For your own sake.

Survival has
No face

Survival only knows
One rule;

Survive.

The trait is
Ingrained in us

Planted
Within us

To not accept it
Is to not be
Human

Crest sun lit waves
Crashing down hard
They have rules but
Look like they misbehave

We are the
Same way

But wish not
To accept it

Complexities corn hole
Has more restrictions

Then any of us care
To know about it

Yet we ***** and
We moan and we
Protest and we
Toss the ****
Right back

As if we were trying
To slam dunk the stuff

There really
Was never that
Much freedom given

We are only presented
With the time we are granted

That's about

It.