Energy at Play
Endless amounts of energy-
possibilities as far as i see.
More power beyond,
yet always a steady flow.
How could i certainly know?
Creativity burning holes in my day,
my inner child out to play.
Time consumes my mind-
as if we follow a predetermined line.
My purpose is undefined.
Changing constantly, everything.
Yet impossible to erase nothing.
Once put out,
energy will come to no name.
That is the single rule to the game,
of which we involuntarily play.
Give all and in return, get all-
so to say.
we must live how we choose;
every second of every day.
Copyright © Courtny Steward | Year Posted 2018
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