why am i here?

Wake in the morning with no sun to greet but the smell of mist awaken my senses

Stretch my limbs for the days work my feet crack no splinters only worsen tenses

I try to remember why I keep doing this but no memory comes to mind

I drag myself from place to place greeting others while inside I whine

I ponder and ponder with only one question consistently that comes to me

I wish I can understand it the only thing I need to know why am I here?

Life flows and slows but moves all the same with the fair and ugly nothing change

What is inequality in a life that is so equal from life to life that all will know 6 feet

The ebb & flow that never slows looked at angles painting different pieces

But truth be told from one so bold look straight with no fear you'll find peace

Author's Note

to be bold