Awake and alive,

I don't feel like writing this poem,

But I stumble and twist as I write this down,

Habit, ability and sheer force of will,

To be motivated is to be blind,

So my will is all I have left,

To create and continue in this path,

To seek to find and to ask around,

I will write and I will think,

Because the love and peace that comes from writing,

Is worth the twist and stumbling upon this ground,

And peace and love is at the end.