Life Lesson

I can write a sonnet in a moment and with that I pretty much sum my life. I spot a comet in the firmanent, that bare covers wasted effort and strife. I look at a life that is sore lacking, and wonder at how I avoid substance. I run to and fro without much slacking. It is a cover for an empty dance. I seem to be always pushing the edge. I know well it is the wrong edge to push. Rail against those who push me to the ledge, knowing I gave a target ripe and lush. I long to do work that is remembered, live a life with no excuses tendered