Stride in Purpose
It seems all there is,
Is a stride in purpose,
A walk of triumph,
So set in the murmur of movement and power,
As I walk and tumble,
Through the hoghs and the lows,
I hear and wonder,
What makes one faster,
And happier in their laughter,
Its all an enigma,
As I wander and ponder.
So I stand in this parlour,
And await the thunder,
Of the approval and power,
That I'll gain with this fire.