If Thoughts Be Laurels

If thoughts be laurels then I'd be a king, Honing skills in dark alcoves of my mind. Like muddy waters in a rain-soaked spring, Life without meaning cannot be defined. This oaf would a fool for a learned man; Lethargy my mantra, why should I work? Begrudge me not fools - ye form your own plan; My smile is of joy, it's not all a smirk. Life without fulfillment doesn't exist; Excuse for failure or lack of life's drive. Meaningless platitudes or chances missed; Cancers of the soul just grow and they thrive. Yet sanctity of life is what's meant to be; Man can't thrive, if he's unable to see.