Buzz

To the best and worst of me,

The unending buzz to get it all done,

Current and past times that crash together,

Life and death that war within,

Here I am in this plateau,

Wandering and picking up scraps,

Not sure of East or West,

The sun ablaze in this heated hell,

I'm not sure but I strive to move,

Tis hope that builds and carries me,

So I put one foot in front and keep the pace.