What does it mean to achieve
to think and feel
to love and grieve?
what does it say when we believe
to have faith
and strive to see?
but when one’s blind
is all lost?
or are other senses
used to find
what otherwise
will ne’er be gained
unless with patience
we refrain
from sudden action –
thinking fast
with such a thought
we’re ne’er to last
the distance needed
to succeed
and come again
as if to feed
our conscience –
that which thinks so slow
without which we share
no afterglow
yet if it’s there
we feed the air
and birds will fly
and eyes will stare
upon the scene
we cherish, first
like when we struggle
for a thirst
that hydrates
our sense, our need
as if we hunger
for a creed
that fills us
with the need to glean
the bluest sky
we’ve yet to see
and as our senses
feed our mind
what else is left
for us to find?
what else is there
for us to need
except to strive (and yearn)
to succeed?
sensualism 