Something Inside To Explore

What unforeseen force determines our course On journeys throughout our days? What drives the notions to cross deep oceans That for some, become early graves? What causes our dreams that move us it seems To continually seek higher ground? To discover new worlds in deep space that swirls Like windmills ‘round and ‘round? What made DaVinci a Renaissance Man And Shakespeare a writer extolled? How did Einstein think out there on the brink Relative to light, young or old? What ran through the veins of Mahatma Gandhi Or Martin Luther King? And what magic arose when Beethoven composed Or Sinatra learned how to sing? I duly confess, I’ve detoured no less Than countless times through the years; But like an arrow flying I keep on trying To hit bulls eye, nice and clear. Though Robert Frost I’ll never be Ansel Adams or Henry Ford; Still I keep striving like each of them For something deeper inside to explore.