I fight in a dubious battle…
What do I exist for?
Why should I bother exerting my presence?
Life is meaningless yet death is meaningful
Words and phrases…
They kill us or break us
Beliefs and country…
They are distant connotations of God and loyalty
Reason is a vague terrain…
Filled with too many indistinguishable lines

I fight in a dubious battle…
What do I strive for?
Why should I bother thinking about my thoughts?
Life is hell yet death is heaven
Feelings and emotions…
They drain us or inflame us
Wars and negotiations…
They are a bleary symbol of peace and meaning
Thought is a great big burden…
Filled with too many sharp needles

I fight in a dubious battle
What do I fight for?
Life is a prison yet death is freedom
Stories and poems…
They inspire us or dishearten us
God and religion…
They are an obscure allusion to the imaginary world beyond
Love lies between the realm of illusion and reality…
Filled with finite dreams

I fight in a dubious battle
You fight in a dubious battle
What do we strife for?
Is it country?
Or is it religion?
Is it beliefs?
Or is it death?
Is it love?
Or is it just absolute freedom that we all seek?