It is nothing

What’s in beauty?

It’s in, not for long

What’s in charm?

By the time you realize, it’s long gone

What’s in youth?

It’s a matter of time

What’s in stature?

Not greater than a dime

What’s in prestige?

It only gets to the head

What’s in position?

It’s got only ego to be fed

Surviving, not living

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Saying no to something you’d kill for

Cravings you can’t control

Desire you can’t put an end to

Longing, trying too hard to resist

Yearning dying too bad to combust

Wish, wistful to be fulfilled

Aspiration strongly to be achieved

So many wants, wanting

Goals waiting

Targets raising, yet uncared

Stakes higher than ever

Yet there’s no stir, no emotion

Not a hope or answer

Not an inch of progress

Not a spur of belief

Faith is gone

Life is bleak and dark

Reason is lost

So is the purpose

What’s there to be?

What’s there to exist?

If there’s no sense in living

No chance in surviving