Why

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Why do I struggle, for purpose what,
This churning within, the deserted path;
Hours of struggle, oft reduced to nought,
Bloody battles so many, why have I fought;

Incessant pitfalls, why willingly embrace,
Endless blind alleys, concomitant disgrace;
Yet continued effort, why tireless pace,
Through this rebus endless, manifold maze;

Struggle infinite, for a glimpse of you,
Evanescent beauty and the joy of you,
I learn for my men, they are pointlessly asunder,
For only knowledge can deliver mankind, from this mindless blunder.