A primrose sun hides the greedy streets, <br />An ugly path trod by many feet, <br />Where bootless prayers seek the days gone by, <br />Too young to live, too old to die. <br /> <br />A savage wind cuts the ocean deep, <br />Appears to make white horses weep, <br />And ships are but cradles in the sea, <br />Whipped back and forth but never free. <br /> <br />Trees too old to count the humble day, <br />Mock what is left of a golden age, <br />Their leaves so still as though unborn, <br />But old enough to look unworn. <br /> <br />A light so distant it feels wrong <br />Shines in the night a brilliant song, <br />Attracting warmth where there seems none, <br />Making many to become one. <br /> <br />Where do we, the forgotten go? <br />Rocked like ships, to and fro? <br />Perhaps like leaves upon the ground, <br />Just waiting to become unfound. <br /> <br />What is our quest? What is our state? <br />I will never make yours my fate, <br />If it be true that I am forgot, <br />Then I refuse to lie in rot. <br /> <br />I will fight, I tell you my dear friend, <br />Till either mine or my deamon's end, <br />And if my journey is not what you can make, <br />Trust in me it's what I must take. <br /> <br />A primrose sun hides the greedy streets, <br />An ugly path trod by many feet, <br />Where bootless prayers seek the days gone by, <br />Too young to live, too old to die.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fighting-mere-existence/
