Anything that you try,
Everything demands some kind of movement,
And effort from the mind,
Not that it's necessarily easy,
To sit and do nothing,
You'd have to pump most people full of drugs,
Not to accept what life is offering.
So here you have life's greatest conundrum,
The drive to continue,
Against the forces constantly pushing,
From every side of you.
What is this force,
That makes us carry on?
Is it the love we carry for others,
Or the need for self-preservation?