Chapter 601
Demons Slain
To achieve one's goals in life
Can turn into quite a strain
It's hard to move forward
Shackled by the past's chain
It only goes to prove
That there is no gain
Without a lot of pain
Maybe even some bane
So one must reach out
The future is theirs to attain
They could from life abstain
Then always forever complain
Everything happens in a one's brain
It all swirls around like a hurricane
Thoughts are hard to restrain
Making one wonder what is sane
Many seek but few are urbane
Instead from living they refrain
As life itself circles down the drain
Never really ever are any demons slain
Nobody