I have grown tired of simply maintaining.
This futile act of moving without gaining.
I try to tell myself this is just the status quo.
That all of us have to keep going to and fro.
In these acts we must continue to persist.
Not a one of us has the strength to resist.
So I must find a way to turn despair into power.
To change repetitious fate before my final hour.
by Nicholas Byrley
Another random day, another poem. As always, feel free to leave feedback and have a good day. Hope you all enjoyed the rhyming this time.