A drive
That feeds a quest
It pushes my legs
To rise
What comes to those with
No drive as I
Do they dwell at the bottom of the pit
Maybe to them, life means no much
For the exhausted
The ill willed
Whose charm has found demise
Do they live or simply exist
To live, a choice?
A decision?
An action?
Whom by
Do we control what happens next
Or the tape rolls from heaven
And our lives ascribed
Before lived
The pain dwellers
Agony seekers
Joy wrestlers
Uneasy campers
Does light shine only on some
And chooses to ignore others
Is it a fight to reach the light
What happens when you're the light's spotlight
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
A drive
That feeds a quest
It pushes my legs
To rise
What comes to those with
No drive as I
Do they dwell at the bottom of the pit
Maybe to them, life means no much
For the exhausted
The ill willed
Whose charm has found demise
Do they live or simply exist
To live, a choice?
A decision?
An action?
Whom by
Do we control what happens next
Or the tape rolls from heaven
And our lives ascribed
Before lived
The pain dwellers
Agony seekers
Joy wrestlers
Uneasy campers
Does light shine only on some
And chooses to ignore others
Is it a fight to reach the light
What happens when you're the light's spotlight
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