Instead
Can we really know what makes us tick?
What stabs our heart or gives our heel a prick?
What makes things stick?
In our hearts-
in our minds-
in our souls?
What is that push inside us
The thoughts-
The needs-
That drive us?
Perhaps we should ask instead-
What should I do before I’m dead?
What does this world need of me?
Shouldn’t we do that instead?
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