You look at this time, tick, tick, tick,
the heater clicking around, the timer,
and you have these years ahead.
You fear you could end up dead
never using this time to do or be
what it is you wish and need to be and do,
the soul you wish you listened to.
You can socialise and drink
never thinking more than money;
is a knife that makes you get up
and get in to work.
I think of the forces, philosophy,
teaching self, the soul, to know.
Some never learn more than digging
a hole, they do it well, every day.
Though I will never be happy
just moving dirt, from here to there.
I need to understand the power
of being one who knows the reason
why and how I can decide to live.