Days and years you were in pain
Maybe not but hoping for gain
Blood and sweat driving you insane
Your power loss through increasing drain
Did you fear all your work will vain?
Am talking about the fight
You started it with dust up, right?
No hope and option in sight
But still want to give your best
You decide to live in trough and crest
Life is small and you made it large
Initiative is half start
Rest depends on action smart
With combination of mind and heart
Dust up every day-every night
Lonely labyrinth liberated by light
Looking back on verge of delight?
With winning facts growing on site?
Put flares when you see end of your fight
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