On a planet under my protest,
Fabricated against my own will.
Without a shaman and no life vest,
I’m still stuck here climbing the same hill.
Was never told I’m not owed peace,
I assumed that baseline was given.
Never even signed on to life’s lease,
Thought my obligation was ridden.
And despite my fight against life’s pain,
Where my ego battles it’s mortality,
Accepting circumstances is my aim,
Or I remain against reality.