Something stagnant,

 but comfortable,

and safe.

 

Something taken for granted,

chokes and fails,

giving way to,

nothing of value.

 

Something appreciated and nourished,

gets back up,

with every fall,

and won't die.

 

Boredom battling,

against an ideal of novelty,

scarcely acknowledged,

never understood.

 

Take it from a man,

who has survived many trenches,

nothing comes easy,

but something breaks easy.

 

Progress is possible

resistance is not futile.