...As it seems

I love my life and all that comes with it.

All that comes with it?...not really I must admit.

My treasures are laid in dark places,

My heart is placed on glass hands. I fear it could fall to pieces.

I’m tired of fighting for my right

My rights don't seem much these days to put up for a fight.

I can only stand and watch it fade out of sight

Fading each second like the sun chases the night.

Maybe I’m fighting for the wrong causes

I can't tell, but I’m counting just my losses

Life is sweet, same life could be mean

I love my life...I don't think I like all that comes with it.