Zeal (poem)

By Luke Labern

Passion is the life blood of everything:
Some paint, others write -- many sing,
Each identity focused on their goal
No matter what stands in their way, they roll

Stumbling, injured, bloodied and vehement...
Much is lost, more is gained: they were sent
By the creative urge, to explore our
Inside, outside, everywhere -- every hour

Poses new intrigue for something unknown.
Every fall a plus, for they will somehow grow.
Who are these few, to whom the laws constrain?
Nameless, some; their words washed away by rain.

Make a mark, in brick, stone or mortar --
Leave a permanent piece, unlike water.
Or would you rather seep through the gutter?
Aim towards the sky, let your wings a-flutter;

If you feel alone, know that I have too.
Don't give up, I've seen the passion in you.
Let the world pass us by, for you and I
Always make sure a laugh follows a sigh.

The grey in this world will always be here,
That makes us different, as we feel no fear.