Lately, how does reel my thoughts
One day you’re here, the next - you’re not
No telling what life holds in store
So what the hell we living for?
This musing is for me rhetorical
The answer’s purely categorical
You’ve without aim been granted breath
And use this gift, you will till death
You feel spurred on without the why
You do, or don’t, there is no try
What motivates, what gives you purpose
What are you just below the surface
What mystery draws you to seek?
What is that thing makes you unique?
Such power from our natural drive
The impulse that moves us to thrive
In fact, grab on and summon more
THAT is the thing we’re fighting for!
The pain, the joy, the lows, the highs
The tide that leaves, returns to rise
We’re pulled and pushed, rare satisfaction
But relish strength that comes from action!
Downtrodden, yes, but not defeated
My journey is not yet completed
Though spent from slip in muck and mire
My chest still bursts with breath of fire!