Happiness, the intangible war.
Delicately fought so as to never,
ever tip the balance too far in the wrong direction.
Resiliance to the lost battles,
the puzzle starting to fit and yet
squares still forced into circles and triangles into squares.
The essence, the very idea is worth a life,
-worth a million lives. Isn't it?
Even so, all the blockades, the bumps in the road-
-these make it difficult to fight.
Desperate for love; hide away the tears.
They make things worse anyway.
Defeat; futile attempts.
Rage, fear, guilt - fire for the fight.
Glory towards all victors [though unnoticed]
The dark passions taking over;
unrequited.