Plea From the Cubicles
How can we look at lives
And not feel passion?
Why are stories of adventure
All lying quietly in our past?
Where is the zeal pushing
Us to live before we die?
How can we ignore our
Calling to explore?
Why do we deny
Our chances to thrive?
Where is our drive
For greatness?
How can we go through life
Missing the glory of every sunset?
Why are we not all out
Ascending mountains?
Where does our adventurous
Soul lie during the stagnant day?
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