don’t give up.
the fruits of labor
are always closer than
we doom.
but know this:
your reason to be
moves as fluid
as you.
i once thought purpose
is something we hold.
it’s not.
it is that which guides.
most ignore,
some follow,
but quickly grow tired.
you are stuck by your own demise.
never think otherwise.
the other grass shall remain greener,
the idolized past shall remain glorified,
you shall remain unclean
… if static is how you spend your time here.
you have endless possibility,
so feel free to do as you wish.
just make sure
it is purpose who leads,
not the serpent’s hiss.
not who sets flame
as its reason
to step aside.
