Why Am I Fighting?

I don't know why,

I'm fighting a fight,

That doesn't need to be fought,

Or isn't even a fight,

In the first place.

Then, why am I at war,

With no enemy in sight,

Why doesn't anyone tell me,

To take off my armour,

There's nothing left to fight,

Why doesn't someone hide away my sword,

Keep it away from me,

That keeps scribbling poems on fake walls.

Why am I fighting,

A war that's no longer been fought,

Why am I fighting,

When everything is won and lost.