The quintessential word,
On why we are here and what we should be,
Moving ourselves toward?
Is it our own instincts we should follow?
Does our body just know,
Like the bluebird doesn't need to be told,
That she must create her nest all alone?
Perhaps it is for others we must live,
Forever balancing,
How what we do impacts on he or she,
Like that contact dancing.
Or p'haps just think,
Fifteen years down the road.
Is where you are at where you want to be,
Or should you change your tack before you're old?
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