The fuel of life is often fear & resistance.
Oft disguised as needs & ambition’s insistence.
Whichever one works & motivates us forwards…
Be it candy covered or painted in swearwords.
The goals that we lurch for, however we arrive…
Evaporate instantly & still, we contrive.
Confecting new goals from the ashes of the last;
We hold on to nothing & hold onto it fast.
We lunge for our freedom, for fairness & for breath.
Yet, silent secret, we know the finish line’s death.
L.B.Stowe 