Stride for Purpose

Everyday the sun does rise,
never is it a big surprise,
we tend to ask ourselves
if life will ever change.

The soil that seeps as
our feet fall upon the ground,
leaves the imprint of
that little moment of time.

In the future it will wash away,
just as our memory fades,
our emotions flourish
and our tears do fall.

The songs of birds fill our
ears as we venture forth,
filling the empty void
as the chaos is our white noise.

We always sought what
life had not handed us,
love playing tricks on us,
besting us in our own mind.

But how is it that everything
around us could hold such
mystery, such beauty,
but yet seem to hide itself.

Great oaks from the ages
stand out while roses
wilt and die under its great
branches and lay to rest.

Whilst the death and sadness
took over our views,
the depression flourished
and our minds took on...

A metaphorical coma.

Be it not for the love
that strode for purpose
and pushed itself between
our thoughts and memory-

We would have all been lost...