I can't stand to stand in your way

As you march between moralities

This distant replica of a blurred ideal

Is all you have

So I let you pass

And watch you

As you march

It takes some strength

To fight

Without knowing what it is you're fighting for

But we're much alike

Attain the goals you didn't need

And collapse at altitudes unsurpassed

Before you find another meaninglessness

And fight to the death

To attain it.