To What Do I Owe the Pleasure

to this life i live for every breath i am forced to breeth to this existance where i have a voice to the places where i have no choice to the reasons that i toil for the child that was not spoiled to intentions that motivated my invention what am i ? who am i ? and where am i going? what's guiding my feet to where they are going what guides my thinking to what i am knowing what inspires my voice and hand to speak and write what i am what does my future and past say about my today and if i die will my mission be compleat did i say enough did i write enough did i do enough to who and what do these things matter to me? what do i have? to God? oh God what have i done? to the world? yes, i left my mark maybe a bruse but not a scar i reached for the stars climbed the mightest mountian and gave 110% and you say my reward is with in me all i can say is please don't ask me to do it again i couldn't put myself throught it except to know that next time will be harder than this time that what didn't kill me last time might kill me this time has my spirit been broken or my gold been refined how strong do i look brokendown crying