i don't know why
i assemble armies
and wage wars
over filaments and feathers
amplified by an absent core.
i don't know why
i cry until i hope to die
i shout until my voice gives out.
i rob the radiance of my rival
who never registered to battle.
i don't know why
i thoughtlessly pay the cost
of ships, supplies, and weapons
while aware of my impending loss.
it has an origin
but within the obscurity,
it may as well be lost.
