Winning

Many days searching,

Seeking the great unknown.

A purpose, a mission, 

turning over the heavy stones.

Half the world unconscious, busy..

The rest stuck in suffering, trapped. misery. 

Not really living, lives half-dressed 

A handful making changes,

Trying to do what’s best...

It makes me wonder, question why?

Is it just human nature? 

Ultimately, aren’t we all going to die? 

Watching days pass 

While the earth continues spinning,

With cyclical trends, 

       in the end,

who’s really winning? 

I know with my heart on my sleeve, 

And each day, a warm sun.

With each breath I take,

The realization is 

            I’ve already won...