Will We Find Our Way Or will we just wither and decay. Our lives have meaning, At times it takes some gleaning ! To accommodate ourselves to this kind of reason - ing. Frequently lost, Realizing we must find it all out - no matter the cost. Too often criticized by your obnoxious self-centered boss. That is your cross ! Sometimes unbear - Able to get through, And still find > your you. The journey each is on, In a city, suburb, reservation, or farm. We do all have an inner alarm. But do we heed that residing call ? Or just allow oneself to fall ? Into a crevice and feel small ? Or is there more to embrace ? For our own integrity and face ? Knowing our path leads ultimately to an eternal place ? Adjusting our patterns to proper causes ? To help with sincerity, without forces ? Yes, we at times > too often fall short. But, even though, we get all out of sorts, Enlightenment to our individual purpose. Relinquishing our control, To The One Who Created our souls.