There’s a common theme with how things are divided at the end
Why does one always suffer more
Why does one always feel as if they missed out
Love is but a challenge
It’s scary it’s terrifying
Why do we give someone such power
the power to rip it all way
Why does the journey always end
The destination there to rip things away
Things we hold dear
Pets
Pictures
Paintings
Stories
All ripped from us all torn away
All removed all kept by one
If not one then by none
Why is one always unable to continue
Pets
Pictures
Paintings
Stories
Why does one always have to be less
What’s the point in a lack of equality
Where’s the source of this scarcity
Why does it happen