Too Much?

Don’t measure the work you do,
You have to do anything until the day is done,
Or the work is finished with you,
And what’s left isn’t none.

There is always the questions that keeps asking,
But is the answer the one that makes you quite,
Or are you really just masking,
And your feeling comes out when you write.

War is a crime that acts on itself,
Faith is a blind man’s journey,
Created by nature I’m an ELF,
Carried by one thing, the gurney.

Darkness always waits for the light,
And for it shine it must be present,
But with it we have no sight,
When it goes it’s always sent.

Sometimes nothing can sum up the day,
Sometimes it just ends,
Sometimes we just can’t sway,
Sometimes they can’t provide amends.