Poem -

Goals

The soft malleable force that is leading my life,
Is locked with a keyless guard.
Protecting me from,
Contentedness.
This elastic being whom controls
My decisions,
Does not worry whether its path
Is followed.
It knows no consciousness,
And will drift,
If not chased.
Therefore I will chase.
Consequently to my nature,
It is my
Creation,
To which I must nurture.